For “Maâ€Â
To One Who Mothers All
by Elaine Polin
I met a friend who lives far away
Perhaps she lives where night is day
Far, but close in Virtual Land
Of Questioners she’s in the band
I met her on the Web.
The web is tangled, strong and true
Woven with words by me and you
And by her! She has found that poetry
Unites the hearts of you and me
I am grateful to the Web.
This web devours not its writers
They work together, they are fighters
They speak of love, of hope and peace
Of future plans, their souls release
I meet real people on the Web.
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