Sunday, August 16, 2009

My dearest friend...

You are my dearest friend,
the one I turn to - until the end.
We sit and talk, or maybe not,
you seem to know my every thought.
A hurt, a pain, you never say,
"Oh, are you OK?"
You just hold me, and in that caring
remind me just how dear our sharing
makes each day.
I can only hope I am returning each favor.

At sunset tonight I found this couple and then wrote this short poem to memorialize the photo and the very special friendship I have with Jey-hu. (Copyright 2009)

1 comment:

  1. This is tender, heartfelt and so very pleasing to read. A perfect tiny work of art...