Perhaps as children
Wandering this world gathering friends
Like flowers, bouquet of joy
I remember being young,
Meeting a new friend,
On adventures we’d create,
Our own language to talk
Our signs and doodles on paper,
Folded he loves you,
He loves you not,
Origami of fun made of lined note paper.
We knew we would stay friends forever,
As all of us believe,
But life and changes move us
And our ache grows with the loss
Of our bestie.
And then we grow more and meet
New flowers on our path
And we find them to be beautiful too.
And the ache grows less with time,
Our minds change and we find new and wonderful things
To embrace…suddenly the years go by
And we are left wondering
whatever happened to this friend or that?
What do they look like,
Where do they live?
Do they have children?
Do they miss me too?
Life is about movement,
And to have a true friend to tag along with
Through all of the good and the bad,
The happy times and those swept with tears,
That is a true gift,
That is the essence of love carried on and shared.
That is the brightest field of flowers
Gathered on the journey
Held lovingly in arms
And nurtured as long as they last,
But the best part is letting them stay
In their garden to bloom till the time
Has come to lay down to sleep
and be covered by seasons moving through,
To rise back up again
Next year as bright and as beautiful
If not more so, as before.
Pondering’s on friends from childhood and from today,
Such a beautiful thing my friends,