Old
Friend
Sent
Me
A
Poem,
And
When
I Got
Home,
I Read
What
She
Had
Said.
It
Wasn’t
Perfect,
Just
A
Few
Very
Refined
Lines,
And
My
Husband
Remarked,
“It’s
So
Much
More
Than
Nothing,”
And
The
Line
Stuck
In
My
Head.
I’ve
Written
Several
Million
Words,
But
The
Tenderest
Praise
I’ve
Heard
Was
All
In
The
Simple
Phrase
That
I Recall,
As
I Strive
To
Keep
My
Work
Alive.