I Can'T Attend Your Funeral
I can't attend your funeral, I'll share no eulogy;
I won't be present, though you've been a treasured friend to me.
I'd really love to pay respects at your last resting place
but I've not had the joy to ever meet you face to face.
I've never been inside your home nor driven down your street,
in fact, I might not recognize you if we chanced to meet.
The face in your small avatar (or maybe a design),
is all I have to go on if our paths should intertwine.
And yet I know your heart - you've written poetry sublime,
your comments at my poems lift my spirits every time.
When you reply, it's like we've both been friends for many years,
and when your soupmails come, I know we're more than simply peers.
Some live in other countries, most are many miles away.
The cost of travel is prohibitive, I'm sad to say.
When close the curtains of my heart at last, you will be there
in spirit, thanks to poetry that we've been blessed to share.
// This is my gratitude poem to the many Soup friends who
have been my lifeline in 2020. Thank you all ~ John //
Written 22 Dec 2020
Copyright © John Watt | Year Posted 2020
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