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Since Sylvia kicked off Online Friendship Week (HEY.. I didn't know there WAS such a thing!), following is a "it-says-it-all" poem I picked up off the Internet. Enjoy...! Barb Mallut [log in to unmask] [log in to unmask] -------------------------------------- Poem Follows ------------------------- Every night I lie in bed This little prayer inside my head God bless my mom and dad And bless my girl and boy And take care of my husband He brings me so much joy.. And God there's just one more thing I wish that you would do If you don't mind me asking To just bless my puter too?? Now I know that its not normal To bless a small machine But listen just a second And I'll try to explain... You see, that little metal box Holds more than odds and ends. Inside those small components Rest a hundred loving friends. Some its true I've never seen And most I've never met We've never shaken hands or Ever truly hugged, and yet.. I know for sure they love me By the kindness they give And this little scrap of metal Is how I get to where they live By faith is how I know them Much the same as I know you. I share my life with all of them So if its OK with you.. Just take an extra minute From your duties up above.. To bless this little hunk of steel Thats filled with so much love -----Original Message----- From: Parkinson's Information Exchange On Behalf Of S. Gartland Sent: Thursday, June 19, 1997 11:17 PM To: Multiple recipients of list PARKINSN Subject: On-Line Friendship Week To all on the Parkinsn List I received this little poem recently from a friend who I met in DollChat#1, a very friendly little chat room for people who like dolls. I thought you might like to share it. Stay happy Sylvia Gartland FRIENDS WITHOUT FACES We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens We all have to wonder, what this possibly means. With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze. We chat with each other, we type all our woes Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes. We wait for somebody, to type out our name We want recognition, but it is always the same. We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt. We do form friendships - but - why we don't know But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow. Why is it on screen, we can be so bold Telling our secrets, that have never been told. Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind With those we can't see, as though we were blind. The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell. We all have our problems, and need someone to tell. We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust. Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names. Happy Online Friendship Week!