A flood of warmth surprised me
when your e-mail popped right up
among the mundane messages
that daily crowd my box.
I’m happy that I know you, that
our lives have crossed, crisscrossed.
Thank you for remembering
a friendship never lost.
Mary Hills Kuck is a sometimes-poet who takes her work relatively seriously, having found time to write after years of teaching English and German in the US Midwest, Jamaica West Indies, and US New England. For five years, she has been tutoring an Afghan mother of five who migrated to Massachusetts. After almost a lifetime elsewhere, her Midwestern prairie roots keep her grounded.