Who can lift my fallen spirit with just a story
What turns my sad heart glad is her smile.
When I need her, she is but a keystroke away with kindness
Where my soul lives, she’s willing to walk the mile.
Why would I turn to anyone else when I’m in trouble
Because no one knows me as she does.
Because she is my friend, and I am hers
And I wish that would be how it always was.
In days gone by we had different names;
Perhaps time is what made us who we are.
I can’t say for certain what it is that connects us,
But my friend is my friend no matter how far.
We say good night, and we part with a joke
Something of a smile to carry us on our way
The worries will fade, along with my sadness
Tomorrow, she reminds me, is another day.
And to give.
I’ll begin by giving thanks to God, for my friend, Janine D’Alessandro Ferren. ❤
2 thoughts on “My Friend”
Yes, you are right, Dawn. It is the friendships that we surround ourselves with that support and sustain us through the most difficult parts of our transition, But it’s more than that–these are the people who gladly receive the love we have to give when others turn away. They give us worth. By their actions, they tell us that we are people they want in their lives. For someone loneliness and rejection, especially from former loved ones, this is more than huge; it is life saving. You are doubly blessed in your friend, Janine, as you know so well. Now she knows it, too. Well done.