What are friends for,my mother asks.
A duty undone,visit missed,casserole unbaked for sick Jane.
Someone has just made her bitter.Nothing. They are for nothing,friends,I think. All they do in the end they touch you. They fill you like music.
Authors note
This poem does not have a name Rossellen brown is the artist .
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