A Shared Gift

         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