My contribution to Artsy Fartsy Friday.... Found a folder of poetry while packing tonight and I find myself reading and rereading them often. This is a poem by nobody famous(well to me she was the world). My mom. My Friend Ill walk beside you, you can not see me, but I will be there. Ill feel every emotion, just as you do. In thought I am always with you, never feel alone. I will fret for you, as you for me. I will pray for you. I will ponder over your very existence, and be thankful. I have a friend. They say that a friend is like a mirror, through which we can see ourselves.It is also true that we have friends both good and evil. Therefore, it is only common sense that we have a little of each in every one of us. We love our friends not only because of what they are, but also in spite of what they are. We must find patience for our friends just as surely as they must find patience for us. Our friends are our guide posts, our nurses, our brothers. Our friends are us. A few of our friends are as of our blood. They are our binding to life and our continuing. Others are merely contacts. Yet each one will steer us one way or another. Every associate person becomes a part of us in form of a memory or perhaps a characteristic which we have contracted from them. Good or evil, they are our teachers just as we are theirs. I can wallowing in the delight of my friends and adore their worth. J.L. Spicer 1965
Posted on: Sat, 23 Aug 2014 03:58:30 +0000
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