Thistle Down

By Ethel

My Friend

Tonight...dear friend,
I see your face.
Smiling sweetly,
Through empty space.

I sit...and wonder,
Why it is...I stare?
As if I knew,
You were standing there.

I sigh...I mutter,
As if to say.
You are here with me,
Though far away.


E.P. 1908 - 1989

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