My Dearest Friend Gloria,

I visited you home page today and have some thoughts

So much yearning shows

And sorrow too for the written and uttered word

Not penned or said.

So much longing for things sensed undone

And forever unaccomplished.

A child's beginning is full of gallant

and wondrous dreams:

Slay the dragon

We are of one soul alone,

Together but ultimately alone

Able to reach only what our hearts feel,

Our bodies allow,

Bits and pieces are collected along the way:

Happiness, Joy, Peace, Sorrow, Pain

Has the best been done with what

Was allowed to enter?

Has Kismet been kind?

Has the spirit been willing?  The body?

Questions.

But is there acceptance?

To revel in our oneness, out gallantry

Yearning and sorrow is the soul , too.

Not knowing pain is not to savor life.

Yet abiding it as life is to cede.

My Dear Friend,

Accomplished, loving, kind, strong, industrious,

Resourceful, sweet, spiritual, musical, artistic and beautiful.

Your yearning is for naught.

You are.