My Favorite Devonshire

*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. By Carolyn Devonshire NARRATION: Your poem is so nice and true. We need good friends to move on in life. Even though we are separated by many miles, our friendship is still intact--our friends are still very close to us. Colour, distance, tribe, language and religion cannot separate the love we have and share with our friends. True friends don`t betray each other or one another. Your wonderful write has made me appreciate my friends even more. Friendship lingers on, even after death. Friends comfort each other and find solace in the bosom of each other. That`s why I cannot forget the love of JESUS for us mankind. What a friend indeed for a man to lay down his life for his friends. And I cannot also forget the love I share with my poetry soup friends/poets. Poetry soup poets you are all unique friends indeed. *friendship shortens distance*