Just a little phone call
to up and start our day,
and a voice to care
about everything we'd say,

no notion gone un-noticed,
nor any thought un-said,
but straight communication
no matter where it led.

The comfort of a friend
is a rare and wonderous thing,
a day that starts with a friend,
is a day for birds to sing.

Now I'm away and miss you
not to often do we chat,
even so there's birds
that sing where I am at,

but off into the distance,
I swear one sings to me,
"good morning to you Cara"
just like you did, Jackie.

Link to Index caramarie@attbi.com

Written by: Cara Marie Filipeli