Some Familiar Faces
January 15, 2011
 By Rose Marie Rideout

I look around and to my surprise,
There’s a few familiar faces in the crowd.
Some new ones quiet & all alone,
While others beckon so loud.
Friendly voices are heard,
With warm welcome smiles to share.
Those familiar faces in the crowd,
The ones who always seem to care.

I stand off by myself for a time,
Feeling strange eyes staring at me.
I feel as though I belong,
Yet there’s something not meant to be.
I catch up to the familiar faces,
I hold on to their smiles for fear,
That those strangers in the room,
I feel their cold harsh stare.

I look around the room, I know,
Though new friends are often dear,
There’s nothing to those familiar faces,
Knowing them nothing can compare.
I’m accepted for who I am,
For who I will always be,
To those old familiar faces I know,
I’ll always be part of a family.