Mother Said You Are Okay

Mother Said You're Okay

For so long I've wanted to write
I may forget things to say,
but to communicate is right.
I've missed you many a day.

Que pasa, and how are you?
I hope you and yours are fine.
And not knowing makes me blue.
For your sweet company I pine.

Life does continue to evolve,
and I have plenty of stories.
But each day's problems to solve
do not often reveal life's glories.

I still most appreciate mysteries,
and challenges to one's skill,
for creating personal histories
through a strength of the will.

Despite my tone, I am grateful
Life has been good and I am well.
I realize most lives more fateful
have many more tragedies to tell.

And I was greatly relieved
when from your mother I received
news that you were around
and doing well, from the sound.

I'm curious about your sleeping,
and what dreams you are keeping.
What other studies are you about?
How matures your philosophical doubt?

This poem substitutes time,
while pondering the rhyme,
so I can ponder our friendship.
What's said of iceberg is the tip.

I hope that our former connection
is not exaggerated in my mind.
For you I have such affection
I wish only we do what's kind.

But in future I must make amends
and recover the treasure waylaid:

You. I am curious and caring
that in future we be daring
to relate in space we create
before it's too late for fate.

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