In quiet rooms where whispers dwell,
Her words, a gentle, soothing spell.
Through letters, she extends her hand,
A friendship forged in thought and land.

No need for grand or lavish feasts,
Her heart finds joy in nature’s beasts.
A robin’s song, a bee’s soft hum,
In these, her gentle friendships come.

Her world of verse, a sacred place,
Where friendship blooms in tender grace.
Each stanza holds a dear embrace,
An unseen bond, a timeless space.

So let us cherish words we find,
In Emily’s lines, a heart entwined.
Her friendship, like a soft sunrise,
Illuminates the darkest skies.