The army camp was a grim place

The doctors scrammed about

Many praised the amazing grace

The new recruits were in doubt

The soldier hurried with the pen

He poured his heart out

He assigned me to carry

He assigned me to carry

He carried me gently to the post office

I was close to his beating heart

He wondered if his words would suffice

He wondered if the paper could bear all his love

I was to journey with many of my kind

Bearing news for the expectant

News of deaths and births

News of disputes and agreements

Or sometimes even empty words

Each one had a story to tell

The postman at the doorstep

In anticipation, I waited

To exchange news from one beating heart to another

The news of his return

As the beloved read the words

and felt the love etched upon me

I soaked up her happy tears

My mission was complete

And now I live in the attic

And every time she reads me,

Shows me to her grand children

I know I am a treasured possession

More than just paper and ink