#22 of 30 Poems by Christine Tracy

 

The Art of Friendship

You're there

When I hurt

When I fall

When I win.

You tell me you're proud

When I have a victory

And you're there with a shoulder

When I don't.

With you I can be

Me

And you can be

You.

One who bares their heart

And allows you to bare your's;

That kind of friend

Is golden.

That kind

Takes time to nurture,

Takes trust and

Humble honesty.

Are you my friend?

Do you have a moment?

To hear me laugh? Cry?

Will you share your heart with me?

Can we play? Have coffee?

Talk across the miles?

Hang out across eternity?

Poem 5 of 30 by Christine Tracy

 

Friends

In the grand scheme

there is nothing

quite as pure,

as holy,

as personal,

as sweet,

as nurturing,

as joyful,

as dear,

and as precious, as

the gift

of a

true friendship.