An International Friendship
Tears may trickle down my face
whenever encumbered by life’s trials.
Comfort comes from a friend who can’t be replaced.
Even though we’re separated by many miles,
Sandra has a way of creating smiles.
A call to Canada cures what ails;
the loneliness disappears.
Resurrecting me from a bed of nails,
compassion and humor she volunteers.
Chuckles linger as souvenirs.
Two thousand miles may seem too many
for those who have loved ones at home.
But since I haven’t any,
our words through telephone lines roam.
She describes Canada's snow and I the Atlantic sea foam.
She vows to visit, despite fear of flying,
and I know this is the most precious gift.
Upon this friendship I’m relying
for when I feel my world shatter and shift,
my friend across the miles always brings a lift.
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