You Touched My Heart

I am new to the neighborhood,
I drove by your house of gray.
I loved your garden full of blooms,
I just had to come over your way.
When I was knocking on your door,
did not know what I would find.
You were very friendly~talkative,
you welcomed me and were so kind.
Me knocking on your door that day,
was the start of a great friendship.
How could a garden of flowers,
turn into a wonderful kinship.
The days out shopping were fun,
one day I saw a butterfly.
I loved it but did not get it,
then you went back to buy.
What a surprise on my birthday,
my beautiful metal butterfly.
You knew how much I wanted it,
your love was better than cake~pie.
Date Written: 8/26/2021
Note: A true story. A good friend is better than gold.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Skelly Avatar
August 26, 2021 at 11:45 PM
What a lovely surprise, a true friend...Delice
Goldsmith Avatar
August 27, 2021 at 10:15 AM
Thank You, for writing. Glad you love this one. She was the best friend ever. Now gone and missed more than words can say. Have a great/blessed day..............................
Andresen Avatar
August 26, 2021 at 10:14 AM
- Your new friend had not forgotten ... a lovely poem, Paula :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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August 27, 2021 at 10:14 AM
Thank You, for writing. Glad you love this one. She was the best friend. Now gone and missed very much. Have a great/blessed day with hugs.............
Omar Avatar
August 26, 2021 at 9:12 AM
You are so sweet it reflected in your words. Loved it
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August 27, 2021 at 10:13 AM
Thank You, for writing. Glad you love this write. Have a great/blessed day..............
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