Friendship

(Written for my Godson's Mother, Jennifer - years and years ago...I once sent this to show a friend online and months later was sent to me by someone I didn't know...VERY interesting when your own poem is sent to you by a stranger....)

Friendship is a strange thing....
We find ourselves telling each other the deepest details of our lives....
Things we don't even share with our families who raised us....
But what is a friend?
A confidant?
A lover?
A fellow e-mail junkie?
A shoulder to cry on?
An ear to listen?
A heart to feel?
A friend is all these things....and more
No matter where we met, I call you friend.
A word so small, yet so large in feeling.
A word filled with emotion.
It is true, great things come in small packages.

Once the package of friendship has been opened, it can never be closed.
It is a constant book always written, waiting to be read and enjoyed.
We may have our disagreements, We may argue, We may concern one another.
Friendship is a unique bond that lasts through it all.
A part of me is put into my friends,
Some of it is my humor; some of it is my listening ear.
Some of it is real life experiences; some of it is my romanticism.
But, with all, it is friendship.

Friendships forged are constructed strong than steel built as a foundation, necessary for life, and necessary for love.

Friends, you and me....
You brought another friend
And then there were three....
We started our group....
Our circle of friends.....
And like that circle, there is no beginning or end.....