There is a bridge, and it’s not one-way, you see.
It’s the bridge of forgiveness, between you and me.
We must keep it strong, with building blocks of good treatment for ill.

There is a bridge built with memories and care.
Today, you may want to cross, and that’s only fair,
Tomorrow, it could be me!

There is a bridge suspended, over canyons and cares.
It’s not a bridge built only for one, we musn’t despair.
It is a way, where each of us must pass someday.

There is a bridge together we keep in repair
Each of us mending carefully the smallest tear,
Knowing no harm can befall, when our bridge is in repair.

Author Bio

Sandra Lee Larsen is a freelance writer now living in San Antonio, Texas. She recently discovered her roots there by learning of her biological family, having been adopted at birth. Sandra was born in Key West, Florida. Her bio-dad was a wannabe writer who moved there to be near the Hemingway clan.

Sandra built a home with her late husband and lived in Spain for five and one half years with their two young children. It is a cherished memory. She is a cancer survivor of three years and spokesperson for the American Cancer Society. Her writing is an eclectic array of many subjects. She is currently working on her memoirs, which covers her life of many journeys.

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