Each year I write a letter, just to let you know,
how my life is going and that I miss you so.
And as the stack grows deeper with pictures, words and poems.
The words to say how much your missed, pics to show the kids have grown.
I know youíll never see these things, no address for you there.
So I just smile and seal them up and send this little prayer.
Jesus please protect me, till I can meet again.
the woman I respect so much, my very bestest friend.
And if by chance you see her in the garden by the stream,
tell her that I love her and Iíll meet her in my dreams.