Of True Friends - and Frank
True friends are kindred spirits.
You know they are true friends
When the barriers come down. . .
when nothing that you say to them
could make them like you less.
And if they feel offended or let down by you,
you only have to talk things through.
Faults are forgiven; understanding prevails.
My best friends (other than my four fantastic sisters)
I’ve mostly met through poetry.
Some of them, as my friend Frank would say,
are unlikely.
Frank is the first "guy" who welcomed me
most warmly and encouragingly to PoetrySoup
when I came here almost two years ago.
I came to learn much about my new friend:
Frank Herrerra was born ten years before me
in an environment much different from my own.
When I was a small child, quiet and withdrawn,
Frank was out carousing, and when he was in school,
he was strutting down its hallways like a king.
I know this, for he told me.
True friends let their conversations take them
to any place at all. . . . and it’s all good.
He’s told me things sometimes I couldn’t quite believe
and later confessed he had been joking.
I guess I’m gullible, but I don’t mind.
I never had a teasing older brother,
but if he’d been my brother,
I’m sure that he’d have been the very best!
Despite all Frank’s bravado,
he’s compassionate and sensitive -
those qualities of the poet with heart and soul.
Best of all, he is sincere.
Unlikely friends - maybe.
True friends - I hope forevermore.
(inspired by the sweet poem Frank wrote for me today)
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011
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