“But I have called you friends…”
This short poem was written years ago after I learned that friendships come in all shapes and sizes. I had often seen friendships come and go and it wore on my heart. However, something my mom said stuck with me that day. She said, “If you have one true friend in your lifetime you have more than most people.”
There are Sunday friends,
Some saved for “one day’s “ page;
Others last a twinkling of an eye.
There are friendships that live
Until you die.
Rare and great are those you find,
Who call you friend until the end.
One sticks closer than a brother;
Crisis reveals one from the shadows.
Friends for a season;
Tastes bitter, adds sweetening;
Binds the wounds,
One step in my healing.
A confidant that keeps pace beside;
When you fall stands you tall.
The length of a weekend,
A sentence, a song;
But still they bear the same name.
A conversation on a journey long,
Tough and tender, weak and strong;
A companion, a comfort
A smile all the while,