A Three-Hour Tour

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale

a tale of a grateful trip,

that started with a coffee cup,

and ended with a sip.

The call came at a certain time,

The friends were sure to share,

The conversation set sail that day,

for a three hour tour,

a three-hour tour.



The chatter started getting deep,

the emotions came to head.

If not for the courage of the fearless friends

The phone call would be dead.

The phone call would be dead.



Family members checked periodically to see what I was doing. With Tony peeking through the door, Vito called my name, Sami being one of us, was doing just the same.



Drew became a comic and tried to tell a joke, interrupting Shannon as she began to quote, words on faith, community, story, voice and truth, mama kitty kept her warm while purring through the truth.



(Ending verse)



So this is the tale of a friendship,

That started year ago, two women

On a journey who pressed into their no.



They traded in performance embraced

Reality, they made the best decision

When choosing to be free.



No chains, no bars, no sentences, their free

As they can be. And even though their

Far away their close as they can be.



So, watch them chat and giggle,

See them share and talk, as women who

Communicate on a three-hour tour, a three-hour tour.



Cris Nole