The Garden of Friendship

When I think of friendship, I quickly think "friend"
One upon whom, I can always depend
No matter what storms may come our way
That person is there with the right word to say

It may not be what I want to hear
But it won't be something just to tickle my ear
When I'm wrong they will tell me, the truth will come out
No matter if I get angry, or act immature and pout

I was in search of just such a friend for my life
This is a difficult season for me with my illness, and much strife
Clicking around all over the Internet
Trying to find a group, where my needs would be met

I happened by chance to find a website one day
My eyes became glued to the words it had to say
"Where friendships bloom" Oh my, I thought
My long search has not been for nought

As I clicked each link and read each line
I knew I had found friends to last for all time
They were not a group, they called themselves a Garden
And no flower within it, could wither or be trodden

A member of this Garden had lost life's fight
And all had banded together to celebrate that life
She had been loved and was missed, her name was Squeak
And although she was gone, she was hard to release

In that one instant I knew what I must do
My search for friendship was totally through
Friendship and love, comes rooted in the ground
And in the Garden of Friendship, that's what I have found

©valentine

Artwork by Diane Romanello and used with her permission