A Shared Gift
In her eyes I can do no wrong
Feeling less than an old coat
She exchanges it for a bright red one
She adorns me with a crown I feel undeserving of
Her love swallows me with grace
I don’t fit in but to her
I belong in all spaces
She reads my work
And assures me I have a gift
Being assured builds confidence
Like a swelling fire
Her eyes look at me and
Speak softly of her endearment
As if the love for a child
In my eyes she can do no wrong
She wears grace like a laurel
And is fitted with the compassion
Of a flight of doves
Her gray hair speaks of years aged well
Our conversation fills the room
With a palpable hum
At ease, I take solace in our time
Like an evening tide
In our eyes friendship is a shared gift