I’ve said best friend too oft
A phrase given of drifters,
Bright lights that quickly faded.
Cast aside, yet ne’er forgotten
She waited by my side,
Always there to put me first.
She helped me see my foolishness,
My stubborn drunken pride,
Born of sleeplessness, not wine.
She stands here still
While others care to part
Shifting seasons, remorse and farewell.
A monument to friendship
Dedication divine,
Yet comfortable and sweet.
Now she brings a child forth,
A light within her womb
A candle to the darkened sky.
A touch of poverty and sorrow
Rest upon your head
Yet nary a tear spoils your heart.
Kindness weaved like crocheted love,
Threads of silken charity
Intermingled with latent shine.
Clothe the world with thy wisdom,
As you once clothed my neck
With the warmth of a scarf.
Moonlit Poetry 