To Canada With Love

two opposite time zones
we know it but not so different geographically
we must so suppose

you have forgotten to write a poem
for me
but i still write one poem for you
to remember
that someone from one of the islands
in the Far East
still cares for you and worries much
when you start to have
insomnia

i will never be cold as a snow there
there is not such coldness
here in my heart
i will be always as warm as the sun that
you first saw here
soft as the foams of the sea
where you first learned how to swim
gentle as the marshes
floating on the river where we tried
to catch fish on a summer day

it is a promise. Good Night.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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