This poem comes to you via my friend Calypso a poet and a gentleman:- ) it is a poem about friendship and caring. Whether it be cyber or RT we all need friends and cyber friends can be of the best quality! Speaking of good cyber friends my friend Memo inspired me to write an article for my home page on a topic that is close to my heart. With her encouragement I was able to put down on paper something that I have kept tucked away for over two years. If you know someone that has suffered a miscarriage or you have gone through this experience, please stop by and read this page. I hope it opens some eyes to how this tragedy affects a mom to be.
BRIDGE CROSS THE RIFT
In a room full of people, one can still be alone the place where we sleep is not always home To fly through the storm, with no place to land, To need yet be denied, the touch of a hand, Beat back from the world with nowhere to turn, If hell were my option, I'd much rather burn Yet lucky are we, who have known the rare gift Of a faithful companion, to bridge cross the rift, An eye in the storm, a safe place to land The warmth of a hand And how blessed I am, though so far from home In a crowd full of strangers, I'll not be alone.... You are the best I have known....
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