Photo by my friend, John Francis McCarthy of five of the eleven Fingerlakes of Central NY at sunset. Truly in the right place at the right time. (Courtesy of John Francis McCarthy)
I thought it was a moment that had passed
But it was half a year or more.
How time has flown since we visited last
Since you came and knocked upon my door.
I look for you from my window,
Hoping to see you on the path,
With your smiling face as you walk
And your soothing voice as we talk.
The memories are fond and sweet
Our visits were to me a great treat.
A wonderful respite added to my day
Even with rain or skies of gray,
You lit up my life, made my day.
So come again, will you not?
We will have tea and talk a lot.
Because no time passes between
Two friends, we just take up
Where we left off again....