Thank you for helping me
when I feel blue.
Just hearing your voice smooths the rough edges -
makes me feel new.
Not only a friend, but a sister too.
You've always been there through and through.
A time will come
when in my life you can't stay,
And when that time comes,
I'll begin to fray.
But for now you're my touchstone, my bed rock, my lucky star
And I hope and pray that life takes you very far.
YOU ARE READING
The Looking Glass - A Collection of Poetry
PoesíaJust a collection of my poems compiled into one anthology in no specific order or theme
