#friends
HANGING UPSIDE DOWN
They grew up close together…sharing laughter…sharing frowns
playing in their backyards…hanging upside-down.
The world was oh so different then, as they hung so effortlessly
It was a simpler, uncomplicated time…more innocent and free.
A time when all that children needed to do was laugh and sing and play
when hanging upside down…unimpeded…they would sway.
For they were making memories…no future memory would surpass
As they hung there…upside down…or ran barefoot in the grass.
And as they look back at this picture now…it’s those memories they see
awakening from a place where they shall always be…
And when thy close their eyes to remember…that certain time…that certain year
sometimes it brings a smile…sometimes it brings a tear
Because they realize how lucky they are
to have shared a life time of laughter
and of frowns…
from a friendship that began so man-years ago
while hanging upside down.
THE FRIENDSHIP
When I think of friendship…I rather like the notion
that we are captains of our own ships that sail across the ocean
As we grow our ship grows with us at a slow and steady rate
growing longer, wider, stronger the more friends we accumulate.
As we sail across life’s ocean…we find from day to day
new friends board at different ports…while old ones disembark along the way.
Some return to visit to share a memory…a laugh, a cry
because there’s always room aboard our ship for those who’ve said goodbye.
For once we’ve made a friend…it doesn’t matter how or where or when
the friendship reignites when our sails cross again.
And some friends, if we’re lucky sail with us forever…
through oceans vast and wide…
and we’re filled with a sense of happiness knowing they are by our side…
Knowing we can count on them no matter what waves the ocean brings…
as each year cycles from the Summer, to the Fall, Winter and Spring.
Knowing no matter where the journey takes us…through weather foul or fair
all we need do is turn around and they’ll be standing there.
And knowing as we sail together…sharing our hopes and dream…our cares
that as our friends help sail our ship…we help sail theirs
ready to lend and ear a hand…a hug…or with a kind word to say
together on each other’s friend-ship…until our dying day.
Yes, when I think of friendship…I rather like the notion
That though we are the captains it is our friends
who guide ‘cross the ocean.
TWO OLD FRIENDS
In the nearly 200 countries in this world spread out across the 7 seas
how lucky are we to discover friends with whom to share our histories.
Two old friends decided to get together…they hadn’t sees each other in years
Will he remember me? one wondered…Will he recognize me? the other feared.
They’d both grown a little older…but doubts…they immediately overcame
because their eyes had that same sparkle…their smiles were the same.
They sat down and reminisced about the last time their paths crossed
Immediately forgetting all the time between them they had lost.
They talked about their childhoods, their children, their ailments…and more
remembering and laughing at good times they shared before….
And when they were finished…they walked away contented…each one giving thanks
for this time they had together…to fill in all the blanks…
To get caught up on each other’s lives…to renew their laughter…their friendship…
and then
parting with the knowledge…their paths shall cross again.
And glad to know in nearly 200 countries….across the 7 seas
they were lucky enough to find someone with whom to share their memories.
HAPPINESS
Some people believe happiness is a myth…of that assumption I have my doubts
for every day I am glad to discover so much to be happy about.
When I was young I’d secretly hope the day would never end
when I was outside playing in my neighborhood with friends.
or when seated around our table…talking non-stop…incessantly
eating, in between our words, with friends and family.
In my neighborhood, in my house…at my table…up a tree…
happiness was everywhere I went…it seemed to be following me.
and it continues to follow me today…with family, with friends…when talking,
when eating, playing, singing, dancing,…in silence or when walking.
In a mountain lake wildly swimming with family…I feel just as much elation
as when sitting quietly in a church for my granddaughter’s confirmation…
It is not a myth that happiness surrounds my heart…
allowing it to float carefree
or that each day it is more and more enhanced
by the people surrounding me.
HE WRITES
He writes of love…
of friends…
of family…
and he is the first one to concede…
not because they are all he has
but because they are all he needs.
THE BEAUTY OF FRIENDSHIP
3 girls grow up in a neighborhood…brought together by the hands of fate
too innocent to know back then the breadth of the friendship they’d create.
Three girls now 3 good friends…spending the best part of their childhood
laughing and running and playing together…through the streets of their neighborhood .
Three girls…now three adults…older…more mature
knowing no matter where life takes them…their friendship will endure.
Three girls…now older ladies…who, after marriages and motherhood,
rekindled the magic of that friendship they formed in childhood.
Three women…who, when they get together, somehow seem to glow
in the beauty of a friendship created all those years ago..
For is there anything more beautiful than 3 women enjoying the present…
appreciative of the friendship they’ve amassed
and looking forward to a future
held together by the past?
THE ROAD
Why is it when we walk alone and as we round another bend
oftentimes we cannot wait for the road ahead to end…
But when we walk that same road and we are joined by friends
Why is it, as we walk together,
we don’t want that road to end?
I HAVE A FRIEND
I was thinking about my friends other day…and got to wondering…
here’s the thing…
I have a friend who loves to dance…and one who loves to sing
I have a friend I’ve known most of my life…and another I’ve recently met…
I have a friend who dislikes animals and another who surrounds herself with pets.
I have a friend who loves ice cream…another who only eats cake
I have a friend who hates the sight of reptiles and another who loves her snakes.
I have a friends who is an artist…another who isn’t but loves to draw
I have a friend who is a doctor and one who practices law….
I have a friend who loves the beach…she loves the weather when it’s hotter
I have a friend who loves the cold and won’t go near the water.
Yes, as I count my diverse friendships…I realize with pride
that I have many people in my life Im honored to stand beside….
So here’s the thing I was wondering…how many of us truly comprehend
how lucky we are to begin even one sentence with the words…
I have a friend…