Friendship and Friends

Dearest Friend

A friend is one who will forget,
And more, forgive, your cruel words,
Prepared to help when things go wrong,
And with his strength, your weakness girds.

But not alone in troub'lous times,
Is he to be depended on,
A simple task, a small request.
He hears and does, before he's gone.

What is Friendship?

A friendship is a virile thing,
That takes the knocks and jolts of life..
And stands the firmer through the strife.

A friendship is a gentle thing,
So full of sympathy and love,
In harmony with God above.

A friendship is a quiet thing,
So wordy speech it does without,
And with a handclasp chases doubt.

A friendship is a blessed thing,
When friends are so forgiving, too,
And let you know they'll e'er be true.

Friendship

If one true friend, you know you have,
Then, pray, dear child, why mourn so much,
For friendship is a rarer gift,
Than gold or furs or costly jewels.

And blessed is the one who knows,
The blessing of that kind of love,
That true and loyal friendship gives,
To all who join her ranks of joy.

And friendship has a gentle way,
Of knowing all the things you need,
Before your lips have opened yet,
To say the words to make them known.

So smile, my child, and frown no more,
The loss is not too great to bear,
At petty troubles, little glooms,
Just smile and go to tell your friend.

David

I miss that friend I used to seek,
When things went wrong and I was blue,
Who listened to me, rave and speak,
Bewildered, as to what to do.

It was to him I told my woes,
My troubles and my sorry tales,
To him my heart would soon disclose,
The themes on which my tongue oft fails.

He listened with a kindliness
Few other friends know how to show,
And by his very gentleness,
He helped my sorrow overthrow.

Now when he comes again to us,
Then it will be my honored right.
To listen to his dreams and thus,
Shall try to help his plans go right.

My Sister

The pretty lassie, deep in dreams,
Sits unaware of gentle eyes,
That watch with sweet solicitude,
Still sympathizing with her sighs.

With eyes, unseeing, blind to all,
She stares into a distant time,
Not knowing that her beauty is
At this one moment, most subline.

Martha

Martha has such pretty eyes,
So deep and full of mystery,
Inscrutable designs
Are in their magic poetry

To Margaret

I walked with memories today,
And felt your presence all the way,
Though you won't walk again with me,
It seemed to me that I would see
If I should turn, you would be there,
As once you were in days more fair.

For Minnie

9:00, the phone rings, and it's you,
Asking "Are you okay", I answer, ask the same,
Assuring each of the other's well being,
Our lives were spent apart, but once we met,
Our friendship quickly grew.
We shared our problems, shared our joys,
As concern for the other grew.
Some there are, who can count,
Friends from childhood, but we
Who have met in later years,
Still have the blessing,
Of being "best friends"
As we grow old together.

To Carol

Do you remember ...
How we would sit outside and talk,
Until your husband came home?
How you introduced me to artichoke?
Do you remember ...
The night of the apartment fire,
You knocked on my window,
Insisted I get up and come out,
Until things got settled down?
De you remember ...
How Delores, you and I went to lunch,
So many times, enjoying the company?

And then you moved away,
And Delores moved away,
And then I moved even farther away,
But we still kept in touch.
Now Delores is gone,
And we can't travel any more,
But we do remember,
The happy days and each other.

Felicia

There are  those who
When you have a problem,
Commisserate or sympathize,
Which is welcome, but.
Cannot really help.

But then there are
'Those blessed few, who
Say "I can do it" "I can help".
To those whom they do help,
They wear the "halo" of a saint,
But with so much humility.

You are one of those,
Who can be so considered.
As such, as we can testify,
Are a true friend, for whom,
We are extremely grateful.

To Shirley

First a friend, beloved friend,
Then a helper, always willing,
Until the tasks became too much,
But still a friend, always a friend.
Yet, when difficulties came,
And necessity came knocking,
Your answered that call,
Counting not the cost to health,
Giving as you always have,
So, if we two, should award you,
A medal for love and friendship,
You should never, never refuse
To accept the token of your worth.