March 9, 2013 Though We Never Met – A Tanka 2 Comments My dearest of friends Though our paths have never crossed Call me your brother Fall into my outstretched arms I will be there to catch you ~ ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~ Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related Posted by Dom DiFrancesco in Poetry Tagged: assistance, brother, compassion, friend, good, goodness, help, helping hand, helpless, homeless, humanity, in need, love, needy, poem, poetry, poor, poverty, tanka
Great poem.
Thank you very much.