The Touch of a Stranger
I could feel a connection, right here from the start
From the heart of a stranger, around every bend
What was stranger than that, was they would soon be my friends
A blending of souls, though from vast worlds apart
I could hear every song, I could feel every wrong,
all the cries, all the whispers
all the heart-filled expression, every soul searching question
They reached out to touch me, and I was enthralled
So many with voices, I would want to recall
I have visited places, I wouldn't have known
They lend me an ear and a kindly embrace
The faces are tiny, some never appear
But the journey has been one that has helped me to grow
Here from the archives that clutter my mind
They listen so patiently, time after time
To words I have stuttered, words that have rhymed
To all my joys and all my sorrows
All of my wishes and hopes for tomorrow
They reach out to touch me, and I am enthralled
So many voices, I want to recall
You offer a page for all of my stories
I listen to yours, the joys and the worries
And when hearts are heavy, you offer your hand
With a bevy of troubles that may weigh me down
I will scatter my tears, right here on the page
Finding the comfort that comes to my aid
You share all your words, I show you my heart
You show how you care....and did from the start
As I scatter my poems and you share your own
A bond has united, until we have grown
I can click a small mouse, and once again know
Friend touching friend, is behind every poem
You have reached out to touch me, and I am enthralled
So many friendships, I will want to recall
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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014
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