| They appear in our lives People of importance, of significance They lend an ear, a shoulder, An occasional word of advice Slowly they become more and More entangled in out frantic lives Sometimes they stay for a season Perhaps a year, And very rarely, A lifetime We may not see what They mean to us at The time, but Eventually their love is realized Hopefully, it is seen in time To be shared Perhaps all that is needed Is a quiet Sunday morning In the garden, sipping tea, Discussing how confused We once were |