She cried on the phone as she told me the news.
I listened as I put myself in her shoes.
This dear friend I've loved for thirty-five years.
We've shared some sorrow,some laughter,and beers.
The love of her life is now gravely ill;
a cancer with no cure and no magic pill.
His chance for recovery is very slim.
And she says she won't live a day without him.
So I packed my bags and I raced to her side.
I held her head in my arms as we cried.
We talked for hours deep into the night
I felt her release by the still morning light.
There's so much power in the love of a friend.
It can surely help a broken heart to mend.
By Deb Wilson
for contest"How to fix a broken heart"
sponsored by Michael J. Falotico