I know my blog has resembled a leaky faucet but I am working on getting back into blogging.
Years…maturity…change…these play a big role in the wonderful world of friendship.
Such words you
speak, paint my heart—
colorful, sublime.
Our friendship stew,
never sharp like a dart,
grateful for its kind.
Variety sits at the table
to draw out humor
I waited so long for.
Several talks of a fable
always knew as rumor,
a late night but wish for more.
My friends, I hold on tight
to such memories of delight,
until we soar high into the white.
The last month has been trying, and I witnessed the preciousness of friendship. My friends were there for me—still here—and I can’t thank them enough for being them.
Today I start blogging on a regular basis, and tribute this day and onward to the wonderful friends I’d never want to say good-bye to. You are the epitome of what a friend is all about. So I thank you for our past, present and a wonderful future. I’m here for you.
Friends, compassion and giggles,
Bea
