TO PHYLLIS
Across the bridge table I met you,
New to your grown son's town.
When I drove you home
And saw you safely in,
Never did I guess
The common path
Our lives would follow.
The kaleidoscope pattern
Of months and years shifted.
We met in other places,
For other reasons,
And came to share
The seeker's way.
Prayer partner,
Dream-teller,
Reader/Writer,
Artist
And mentor-
Frances shares these comments about her recently deceased friend, Phyllis, whose poems usually appear in this space.