I was standing at my office window, looking out at the beautiful morning. The sun was shining brightly, a breeze blowing gently, the neighbor’s for sale sign swaying slowly. I was holding my coffee cup in my hands, my mind silently drifting. Suddenly my heart wrenching. This was a day I should be sitting, sipping coffee and talking with my friend. These words came pouring from my heart…a poem to the Lord.
Lord, where is my friend?
She had so much life left to live,
So much love left to give.
Lord, where is my friend?
Her smile was like sunshine,
Her voice was warm as summertime.
Lord, where is my friend?
She made our times together bright,
She led the way on the path of Light.
Lord, where is my friend?
In my mind and heart I know she’s there,
I call her name, I see her smile, I know… she hasn’t a care.
Lord, where is my friend?
She has so much life to live,
So much love to give.
Lord, thank you for sharing your friend
Alma Wallace Fenter 
Yes, miss her more with each passing day. It doesn’t seem real. I have a story I started long ago…about that special trip. 😊
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Thanks for reading, Kim. But of course, we know where she is.
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Absolutely beautiful! Thank you Alma.
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Thanks for reading, Alan. We love and miss you.
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