Friends of the Heart
One above all others,
anytime I call,
no matter the hour,
she answers.
One with sincere concern,
true friendship in motion,
listens quietly,
with a heart of gold.
Problems of her own,
but makes room for mine,
no hesitation,
she's right here.
I can say,
I have a friend.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment