submitted by Anonymous
Neither drought, nor rain, nor snow or hail
Would keep Helen from bringing our mail.
Always with that big smile on her face,
Our mail was always on time, and in its proper place.
Now her delivery vehicles, well, that was maybe another thing,
If one might be broke down, well Don's Auto had another ready to bring.
She traveled every one of our gravel roads each and every day.
When asked, "Your roads are just fine," she always would say.
Helen is loved, because the mailman is sort of a folk hero you see,
Just like that favorite bus driver or cook in school who fed you and me.
But what makes one of these people special for me and you too,
Isn't just the ordinary, but the special and heartwarming things they do.
When there was a special delivery, here she would come to the door,
With one or two packages in her arms, and sometimes even more.
When you encounter such people, you just wish you had more time to talk.
But after a greeting or maybe a hug, away she went down the sidewalk.
It is these common and special people in our lives who make life so great,
Looking neither for fame, riches, or glory or having to live first rate.
They keep things in perspective and know what's important that is for sure,
These are our real heroes with hearts true and pure.
We had no warning or notice of her retirement ahead of time,
Not to have a grand party or tip a few for her is a bit of a crime.
But when each of us runs into you, you will soon learn how we feel,
Because the uncommon common people in our lives are a really big deal.
So enjoy your retirement and go on one of those planned trips or two,
And don't focus on others, but this time on you.
If we all could find a time to all together offer one big toast,
It would be to this mail lady, who gave us the most!
