A Friend across the Pond

For Marci Made

There is a young lady,
who reads my poems,
almost every day without fail.
She gives me lovely compliments,
most I feel I don’t deserve.
I try to read her poems when I can,
my failing there entirely.
The time difference between
our countries is an awkward thing.
I’m normally going to bed,
when she comes on board.
However, to that PH friend,
who live across that big pond.
Marci, this little poem is just for you.

10 August 2007

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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