Poem: My Rescue

Every week day...
I check my post office box...
and return home...
eager to see...
if the red light is flashing
on my answering machine...
or if there's a blue one or two
on my email page...
How many times...
do I have to remind myself...
that my rescue will never come...
from my post office box...
my answering machine...
or my email............
...............Quester.