During an overnight at the Lodge (Lodj) during Trips, I found that E., a Dartmouth '11 who I had met a few times, became a friend and buddy among the masses, even just for an hour or so. In the high energy (and potentially stress) environment in which she works I wrote her a poem this next afternoon while R. napped. Read in the cadence of Dr. Seuss.
Blitzmail is funny,
really, it's true
Because yesterday I felt
like I really know you.
It turns out that I don't
but no need to worry
with this "D" thing in common
it'll come in a hurry.
You see the next letters
they are "O" and "C"
The trust it comes quickly
So the friendship may be.
Add in understanding
and what do we get?
A thing they call family
Even if we just met.
My family I take them
wherever I go
In this thing called my heart
and I want them to know
that whatever they need
can be there
sometimes all it takes
is a phone call to share.
So in this adventure
this thing we call life
full of great stories
people, landscapes, and strife
I hope my new family--
though they may be new--
knows their cushion of support
just changed: it grew!
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