The gift of friends

[Yvonnekate]

There are days when bubbling from us comes the innocent child within,who giggled at little things and wears a silly grin.

There are days when melancholy comes to vist; the mind feels tired,the body weak; we have no strength to smile.

There are days of joy abundant grabs a hold of you and me. Wraps us up in all it's splendor, lifts us up and sets us free.

And there are days when life rewards is and seems to make amends. By granting us a marvellous gift, the precious gift of friends.

I hope this poem lifts you up and helps you though the pain to remember that we all have one person in our lives that understands the pain and hurt we go throughout the day..

[honeybug]

How touching Yvonnekate

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Thank you for sharing this insightful poem.

Best wishes.

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[Yvonnekate in reply to honeybug]

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[honeybug in reply to Yvonnekate]

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