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Always My Friend




Written in Memory of Stacey V. Bell





We were friends before we were together



Who could've predicted that



Our friendship was meant to last forever



We made memories, both good and bad



that Saturday when I heard the news



I suddenly felt alone and sad



We had times that we laughed



We had times that we cried



If I said I'm not going to miss you



That would be a lie



These bittersweet memories



That you and I shared



I will always treasure them



I will ALWAYS care



But, you are in heaven now



I trust in safe arms you have arrived



Still, Nothing can replace



This Friendship I've been deprived



With all my heart, I do sincerely pray



That God is holding your hand, as you find your way....................

So let me take the time to tell quite a tale
It’s a tale of a girl, a woman, a wonderful female
What makes her so awesome, is this what you ask?
Well let me reply after another shot of whiskey from thy flask

We can cover some basics, that should be a good start
first and foremost she is really and adorably smart
that’s too easy of an ice breaker is what you say?
what if I told you she usually ends up getting her way

one can kick, one can scream, and put up a fight
she can simply smile at you once and you’ll admit she was right
now she could be right, and she could be wrong
it typically doesn’t matter for she is mentally strong

are you not convinced yet? well upon further review
heres a few more traits, so listen closely from me to you
she can be cunning, vivacious, beautiful, and sweet
not to mention stunning, and the cutest lil pair of feet

she’s been through hell and back ,put thru a lot of misery
and with everything life has thrown at her she still claims victory
shes also imperfectly perfect, flawed like a typhoon
just think, even the prettiest of angels can sing out of tune

Wild and free, to be admired from afar
yet to be graced with her presence is quite the shooting star
for I wish I may and I wish I might
tell you the tale of this woman, to whom is always such a sight………………