Sometimes . . . When I feel walked on, Yelled at, misused and abused, I recall your soft-spoken voice . . . And the way it calms me, And puts me at ease. And, I think . . . gentle.
Often . . . When I’m very alone, Feeling as if no one cares or remembers, I recall the kind words you’ve spoken . . . When I’ve least expected them, But needed them most. And, I think . . . thoughtful.
Frequently . . . When I’ve so desired an honest response, But seldom received it, I recall your blunt, Yet straightforward answers . . . And your willingness to discuss the truth. And, I think . . . sincere.
Now . . . Whenever I hear the words, Gentle, thoughtful, sincere . . . I think . . . friend, And, naturally . . . I think of you.
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
Friendship is the most important relationship we can cultivate, outside of our nuclear family circle. Do we ever fall "out of like" with close, dear friends? A very dear friend recently said "when a 'friend' does fall "out of like" with you, he/she wasn't a true friend in the first place."