A FRIEND

Maybe a man of mystery.
Of this, I cannot tell.
I only know that when he writes
My world begins to swell.
I hear of nights that are singing
And services on a Friday night.
I hear soft words of friendship,
That come through just right.

He is a poet of stature
Of this I can tell.
Why he takes the time to write me
This I don't understand so well.
I just enjoy his letters.
They always bring me smiles.
For a few minutes, I am transported
Across the many miles.

I know that sometimes I am vague
I hope he doesn't give up on me
I feel that I am a person far better
Because of the worlds he lets me see.
So dear friend continue on.
Keep writing me about the day,
Including all the highs and lows,
And all that happens along the way.


-jill
© March 2003

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