Thursday, April 24, 2008

poem25 - for karen

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Eleven thousand four hundred and six miles
separate us
A friend I’ve never seen nor spoken to
yet know so well

I fill my glass with wine of richest red
and raise it
in the hope that she is thinking of me
and raising hers too

I dream of the day we finally meet
Crazy I know
Eleven thousand four hundred and six miles
so far to go
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Happy birthday Karen!
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9 comments:

  1. Wow you made a wonderful posting and poem for our common friend Karen. She will be happy if she reads it but I think she is now sleeping.

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  2. Yes often we find a great net friend .. a good friend .. never knowing if we will ever meet . And though some where along the way we know that it will not alter the friendship , this not meeting, but we do so keep hoping to meet him/her .

    A lovely birthday wish :)

    Keith,you have read the poem about the 39 yr old who died of brain tumor . May I request you to read the other side of the coin .. her husband's point of view . Though a little late in the week I thought I would post that for the Writer's Island prompt of :"Survivor"

    Thank you once again for stopping by.
    http://la-muse07.blogspot.com/2008/04/survivor.html

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  3. Keith this is a wonderful loving tribute to your friend! A treasure for sure! The love exudes off the page!

    Hugs Sherrie

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  4. How very sweet. Happy Birthday Karen.

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  5. Oh that is so nice of you Keith. Karen will be delighted. Happy birthday Karen

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  6. What a way to start the day aye?

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  7. The single step my friend. This is lovely.

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  8. Keith, this was a touching post...hope someday we could all meet..i would love for us to meet..

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  9. Keith, this was a touching post...hope someday we could all meet..i would love for us to meet..

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