And calls out her husband’s name
All she got was only her own voice!
She wishes at the sun
And open the mail slot
All she got was an empty space!
She wishes at the wind
And picks her telephone
All she hears was dialer tone!
She still smiles at the telephone,
She still opens her mailbox,
She still utter her husband’s name,
She still sits by the window,
Hoping her husband will come back,
Bringing her joy, laughter, kiss, hugs and war stories…