Looking at postcards
to send to friends;
I think of each of you in turn:
ones who make me think thoughts I shouldn't
ones filled with memories
and ones who are unlike any others I know
Twenty captured thoughts.
I can't find anything,
that fits this mornings moment.
You make me smiley.
you make me cry.
From thousands of miles away
you touch me.
I hope to hold each of you in turn,
and... smile in your presence.