A few years ago a friend of mine gave me a poem she had written. It was on a small piece of folded paper that I kept in the top drawer of my dresser. Every November I would happen to come across it and take it out and read it. And then I would pick up the phone and call my friend and we would have a long chat. For some reason the paper with the poem on it disappeared and I searched for it last November but couldn't find it. So I asked my dear friend to write the poem for me again. I'm posting it here so I don't misplace it again.
November Cricket singing by my kitchen door-
You fill my heart with gladness,
You fill my heart with joy.
Now as evening falls
Your merry little notes fill the peaceful air
"This is a happy home."
Yes, you know we face our share
Of trials and tribulations.
Yet we are richly blessed
With all the goodness that comes
From our Father up above.
Sing November Cricket!
I love you.
November 16, 2001