 � MY FRIEND VIOLA  � Now, I have a neighbor, I�d like you to know, I�d rather be with in rain or in snow. Now, just �why�, you may ask, well, I�ll tell you so. She�s closer than a sister, that a ribbon in bow. � Now, Vi, when you read this, don�t think I�m not proud, To have you for a sister, I�ll shout it aloud. Our friendship is rare, It�s odd how we met, While chatting together, with coffee and cigarette. � We are now miles apart, in distance concerned, Yet our touch is as near as in the next room. Your friendship is true, with that there�s no doubt, To lose you, Vi dear, would sure make me pout. � Your visit with us, just one month ago, Gave me memories I�ll cherish, Vi, I miss you so. You�ve sure had your share of heartaches my dear, May God grant you blessings, in life, now don�t fear. � Take all sorrow and grief, to our Father above, Trust Him, believe Him, He�ll return all with love. In closing this poem now, my thoughts rest with you, With a song in my heart, and a prayer just for you. � � Copyright: Waneta L. Snell Written 09-24-61 For My Dear Friend, Viola. � � A LETTER TO VIOLA � Dear Viola, while sitting here I�d like you to know, I enjoy your letters, How they bless me so, Sunday morning while sitting here, Diane Sendling noticed my hair, She looked me over as if to spy- then all of a sudden said,�you look like Vi�. � I had styled my hair the way you wear yours, It sure makes me aware that I miss you more. My thoughts are with you all through the day, Your name I whisper when I pray. � I miss your tender smile so sweet, Guess what Bob�s doing?, He�s washing his feet. When you read this letter, you�ll say it�s so silly, My wandering mind can sure bring a dilly. � Now Bob is rolling his pant leg high, Already now, it�s up to his thigh. He�s rubbing his ankle, and now it�s his toes, When you read this, you�ll be full of woes. It�s Tuesday night, October ten, I feel like a dog after a big fat hen! Because of my cold, I feel miserably rough, With you on my side, I can soon get tough. � I think I will soon, gather up my pack, Put on my PJ�s and hit the sack. I�ll close my eyes for some sleep to borrow, God willing, I�ll finish this letter tomorrow. � It�s now Thursday morn, the year sixty-one, October the twelfth has already begun. I�ll start off my day with a nice thought of you, Say a prayer, read my Bible, my chores get through. Now, you have married and moved far away, Remember me dear when you kneel to pray. � � Copyright: Waneta L. Snell Written 10-12-61 To My Friend, Viola. � � A VISIT FROM VIOLA � It�s August now, the day seventeen, I�m sitting here with thoughts so serene, Viola will come in just a few days, I�m all in a spin, my head�s in a daze. I�m so all excited, I cannot restrain, The anxiety I feel, at her visit again. My cup runneth over with gladness of heart, To have her with me, and share my small lot. I know that the hours will swiftly fly by, In that I�ll express my deep love for Vi. In no time at all, she will be here with me, The subjects we�ll cover will be �A� through �C�, The remaining subjects from �D� on through �Z� We�ll squeeze it all in somewhere like a breeze. The Spiritual side of our conversation, Will take first place at first observation. Our hearts shall flow in the Spirit of God, As over the back roads our voices trod. We�ll reminisce of old days gone by, I can hardly wait for this visit from Vi. I�ll hold out my arms with a heart full of love, As we run to each other like a flying dove I�m waiting and counting the days that go by, The hour is coming when I�ll soon behold Vi. Two years have already swiftly passed by, Since her last visit from the Carolina sky. The letters have passed back and forth, to and fro, Over mountains and valleys, quickly they go. Now Vi, you�ll know when you surely read this, How anxious I waited for that Carolina kiss. � � Copyright: Waneta L. Snell Written 08-17-63 For Viola. � � VIOLA � Viola my dearest, as I sit here and write, I wish you were here, It would make my life bright. I let my thoughts wander to a time long ago, Makes me homesick to see you, how well this I know. Do you still bake cakes, like you did here one night, Which we all shared together, It�s so clear in my sight. To God be the glory for your friendship my dear, So many memories in my heart linger still. As I woke up this morning to dawn�s early light, My first thought of you filled me with delight. As I close my eyes, I can clearly see, A vision of you sitting here next to me. Remember our chats, we shared, me and you, Remember the coffee and other things too. The lessons we studied from God�s Holy Word, Gave me song in my heart, loud enough to be heard. Then all of a sudden, there came a day, When you decided to move to a land far away. You left behind many memories so pure, To start a new life with Delmas, I�m sure. I urged you to go-though it was my loss, So glad I could help you carry your cross. Much time has gone by, Our memories are sweet, I long for the day when again we shall meet. We have a spare room now, for Delmas and you, It�s vacant and waiting, And I�m waiting too. Waiting, and watching and longing the day, Will soon come along and you�re both on your way. To visit this camp which once was your home, And stay over night here, so I won�t feel alone. Then some day together, we�ll again share once more, All of God�s blessings, on that other shore. We�ll walk hand in hand, down streets of pure gold, And worship our Saviour, A sight to behold. Our friendship is special, and one very rare, As over the years we �ve proved that we care. � � Copyright: Waneta L. 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