Tuesday, December 14, 2010

For My Dear Friend

Miles and miles
Separation fills wells of dark dank liquid
And I can smell it like it will be tomorrow.


It might be frosted outside but the
Well is deep and the earth is warm.
The freeze has yet to reach its depths.
And I cry alone watching your moving man
Give you his bid.
How can I ever thank you for all the gifts you
Gave freely of yourself?

You will be missed and loved always.


Myrna R. said...

This is sweet. I know a neighbor/friend will appreciate this.

Robin Ellen Lucas said...

very touching...