Remembering a True Friend
You did not judge me
or laugh when I failed.
You listened.
When I rambled on
about how hard and
and how low
You Listened.
When others pretended
not to notice
my sadness.
You were there.
When I needed someone
somehow you knew and
You were there.
So when you grew old
and tired and frail
I held you.
For there was nothing else I could do.
And when you died
I whispered
I love you.
For there was nothing else I could say.
I still hear
Your soft voice.
Kind, comforting.
You gave so much
and asked for nothing
in return.
I did my best for you
However, I hope I
was as good a friend
to you.
As you always were
to me.
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Connie
beautiful William...
John
Regis
John
This poem has such a sad tone. It reminds me, though, of how lucky we are if we have someone like the person you describe. Hugs,
Sheila
Be always safe,
Karen
Mary