The Post Office Girl. Poem by Kevin Hulme

This is a poem for the Post Office Girl, Who's always efficient in Turmoil and Whirl. At 8.45 no sooner or less, She opens the doors to the Rich and Oppressed. Their all stand in line with Parcels so tight, Envelopes and Cards, their colours all bright. "Hello", "Good Morning ", " Please enter your PIN", " Jubilee Stamps? A new line just in". Passport Photo "Is that really me? " To a Present First Class" to an Aunt in Dundee. And before the eye all Cards do consist, From a Birthday "With Joy", to a loved one " Now Missed". Stamp after Stamp goes the well trodden sound, As the Bureau de Change tells the fate of the Pound. For details of Air Mail to Paris or Rome, She'll give you the Route from Departure to Home. Now; on to the end and her busy days run, So verse inspiring, So Miss Joan Hunter Dunn. But this is a poem for The Post Office Girl, Who's always Efficient in Turmoil and Whirl, But what's far more important than the lines set above, Is unknown to herself she's the One that I love.