we reach out to touch new friends.
Friends who in person
we might never see.
Our hand is held out
and at times is gratefully received.
Recently I made a new friend
who lives far away from me.
Yet when we write to one another,
she could be in the room next to me.
This little poem is written just for her.
A little gift of thanks from a friend
in a different country.
I just hope she likes it,
for Tsira this is for you from me.
10 June 2008