Dearly missed are my friends. 
from where flowers grow. 
They blossomed daily  
with verbs and nouns and 
the suns golden glow. 

Upon meeting they, 
with arms outstretched 
always a warm welcome 
for any unknown and me. 

But times have changed and  
I had to moved on, before 
I wilted and died, 
or caused any sorrow. 

I will welcome them  
with my arms outstretched,  
and my heart always open 
if they should oneday follow. 

TeAnne © 21 March 1999