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
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Author:
Katie B. (
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Here is a deep friendship that spans time and goes deeper than words. Very nicely written Katie
Katie, this is beautifully balanced. Affection flows both ways, neither diminished nor elevated beyond the other. The cadence moves like an evening tide, and the ending lands true…friendship as a shared gift, given and received with care. Wonderful write, my friend.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so very much for acknowledging this piece. It was a precious friendship!
You are most welcome, my friend. It sounds like it was, for sure.
Wonderful words about a deep friendship that goes on forever Katie. Great write.
Andy
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