My friend, My healer

I find things I treasure the most
Are friends I made in life,
Those precious few who on the way
Shared all my joys and strife.

Their kindly words and helping hands
When troubles had set in
Renewed my strength and gave me hope
As faith was wearing thin.

They also knew the brighter side
Of picnics when it rained;
And soaking wet, we journeyed home,
A closer friendship gained.

At times we would just sit and talk,
Our secret whims to share.
We spoke of all our hopes and plans,
Unburdened all our cares,

Yes, these friends are treasured people
And treasured memories to;
Like lamplight in the waning day,
They keep my footsteps true.

Your friendship is special
Like the flowers that bloom,
Or when a butterfly emerges
From within its cocoon...

You remind me of that butterfly,
Loving and free,
Bright and colorful,
For the world to see...

We will share sunshine and rainbows;
Sometimes, the rain and the snow;
We'll stand together through it,
While the cold winds blow...

When the time is right,
We won't stop to ask "Why?"
Our friendship will take flight
On the wings of a butterfly ...