Bobette Bryan's Poetry
A Friend
They said you couldn't
be a friend,
and yet you brought
me the beautiful gift
of an orange,
and though you were busy,
you stopped what
you were doing
and put your coat
around my shoulders
when I was writing
in the cold,
and you sat beside me
through the long hours,
trying to calm
my many storms
and you stayed
long beyond duty
and your sweat and tears
mingled into mine
and lifted the weight
of the world around us.
Our love was a sweet love,
not the love of romance,
but higher and purer still
like that of angels.
And I can only wonder
what then is a friend
if not you?
© 2009 Bobette Bryan
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