Relayed

I'm thinking after talking to a dear friend about the death, call it a passing, of his father, about channels of communication, of sorrow and too, channels of joy. All the messages lining the county, the state, a nation, even globe like a satin-sheen of supple cloth inside of the casket and the cradle All the "comings-and-goings" as it might be said, of the family "Did you hear that so-and-so passed" or "I heard that they finally were able to conceive and bear a child" And times past, there were ponies and postcards, and copper keys clicking, and Alexander's operators plugging us into our loved family and friends And now, wirelessly, we blog and update our homepage with photos and tears of joy and sorrow click here for an update, click here to touch me now. Still, your voice comes through all the Dolbied hardware attached to my head and I can feel the emotion in your heart but, virtual hugs are not yet, like real © Goode Guy 2012-02-27