Friends

        Our friendship is a living thing..
	A range of feelings it may bring,
	But feel it grow inside your heart
	And never let it pull us apart.
	From chilling words it must be sheltered,
	With love like rain it must be peltered.
	Given space and room to grow,
	How far it grows we can not know.
	Feed it with compassion and kindness,
	And fertilize with shared openess.
	Don't put it in the shade to die,
	Look at it with an open eye.
	Hurts and anger can be trimmed away,
	Every morning is another day.
	Please know these feelings I hold are true..
	And lovingly they are of course for you.

Sept. 1992

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