Though you and I are far away
I think about you every day
When I wake up, my hair's a mess
So I think of you smartly dressed
So colourful, matching and grand
Although your clothes were second-hand
Nowadays pre-loved's what we say
Best clothes like us are packed away
I think of wise words you would say
For questions you had smart replies
No good friend grows old nor dead
They live, still young, inside my head
We've been apart for quite a while
I wish that I could make you better
I thought I'd send a poem or letter
Send you my smile to make you smile.
-end-
It looks like I've written this poem for myself, looking at myself in a mirror. However, it was actually written to my namesake, Angela Hook, a former member of HOD Toastmasters, who was very active in finding us new venues when our group had to move. She also performed poetry at our club meeting and at larger multi club area contests. In 2025 she fell and is now in bed and cannot attend meetings, although she has been visited by busy club President Martin Doe.
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