Three free slots left? Excellent, then I'll post a poem I threw together for a graduation party this upcoming Thursday. 'cause it's crunch time and I need feedback.

From absent friends

A shining glimpse of golden locks, a mind that's like a puzzle box
Bright smile that illumes the space, a lovely person's lovely face,
And simple wit--a key--unlocks
A laugh as delicate as lace.

Though far too long I've been away, I have returned, for I must say
"Not all good things must ever end; it's been a gift to be your friend
Through famine, feast, through tame and wild."
The only gift I have this day;
The only letter I can send to celebrate your life-path's bend
A thank-you note for moments whiled: a poem from an absent child.