P.S. By my niece, Ashleigh Dianne Roberts:
A special someone
From over the sea
She could’ve visited anyone
But instead she came to me
She knows so many people
And has so many friends
She could’ve seen the pope at the steeple
But she came to be my special friend
She could’ve gone to Germany or Rome
She could’ve gone to England and Spain
But instead she came home
And because of her visit I will never be the same
I’m so very glad you came
Until we meet again
Thanks so much for coming
Dearest Aunty Elaine
Northern Lights Southern Cross is a Canadian immigrant’s journal. My spouse and I have been living in Alberta for twelve years now, and this rugged landscape has become our home. These entries describe our journey through the days...our random thoughts, our lofty dreams, our faltering steps, our bright hopes. Please join us for a brief sojourn or an entire season.
2 comments:
I love the sweet poem. It had me tearing up. Could be my menopause, but I think it was the sweet message in it to my dear friend. I'm happy you are home safe and sound. I look forward to seeing you. Let's not wait until school starts up again, ok? I'm much nicer during the summer.
Aah--you're nice (to me!) all the time.
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