MY FRIEND …
My Friend has character and rest, meaning the tempt to judge is not there.
Tender ears has got me surrounded… the answer I needed was soft and without hurt. I longed for the moment that could be heard, and allowed to speak with full emotion.
My friend has room for sweet hugs and comfort, the ability to offer understanding. The calm reassures my confidence to confide. I respect my friend for the loyalty within and the guided security of my spirit.
My friend looks in to my eyes with trusting honor and a moving heart. The smile that keeps me, sends me into a deep exhale. I need this, I feel this and I admire the character that defines what My Friend really means to me.
My Friend is there when I cry and the tears fall steadily, reaching out cupped hands to catch its every drop. Touching my face and raising my chin, to support the uplift that I require. Holding me when my soul is bare and when I can’t seem to stand. It’s a blessed feeling to know I will always have that hand.
My Friend is gift, given to me. Promises I will keep, memories to build, an everlasting part that will never be taken for granted. Thank you for Being MY FRIEND …
