Best Family Friend Poems
Meet me there ...
Be it rain or shine,
Since I like both
Any weather is fine
Find me there ...
With those already met,
To mingle there ...
With ones I haven't yet
In a good place where
We can laugh and smile,
And talk to the ones
Not seen in awhile
I'll be going there
When my time comes,
I'll be waiting there
With my old chums
Promise me now ...
You will cry no tears,
And meet me there
In one hundred years.
Clearly, my cat loves
Sound of her claws on
The floor, click-clicking;
Scratch-click-scurry-click;
Going on all night.
Except for when
She’s manicured
Her needle-like
Claws, her great pride.
Her whetstones,
Furniture
And carpets.
Outside
She’ll need
claws.
Friendships come and friendships go
Some may fail, some may grow
But some are cherished from the start
But honesty and loyalty has to come from the heart
Friends are forever and forever are friends
They are thick and thin till the end
A true friend comes along only once in a while
There always there especially through all your trauma and trials
I'll be by your side evermore
That is what friends are for
Do not forget your friends at all
For they pick you up when you fall
True friends never say good-bye
Honesty is the best policy so there’s no need to lie
The worth of true friends is to be treasured
Their worth cannot be accurately measured
Friends... they cherish one another's hopes. They are kind to one another's dreams.
Henry David Thoreau
So long as the memory of certain beloved friends lives in my heart, I shall say that life is good.
Helen Keller
A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for a time of adversity.
Proverbs 17:17
Laying my head back, eyes closing,
reminiscing, the years falling away into decades ago
to the 1950s at my grandparents' grand home
for Christmas.
It was a gracious dining room.
Noontime sun streaming in.
Chair rail with deep red wallpaper, white trim.
Decorating the lace clothed "Big Table"
was a tallish 1870s porcelain Meissen fruit centerpiece
with lovers circling the stem.
Even the adults had to look around it.
Grandmother "Lil" and "Mister B"
were at their nouveau best.
All their progeny seated in good form
awaiting the traditional invocation by "Mister B".
Also seated were the ones that were to be
"seen but not heard" at our side table, the "Kids' Table."
Draped card tables for the dozen of us -
me, my brother and sisters and cousins.
Everyone all scrubbed in dresses and ties.
Mine was a clip on.
As expected, a milk glass got tipped. Spilt milk.
Besides that, we kids had great fun and
became friends again as we did each year.
The thing of it was, none of us liked
being at the "Kids' Table."
We felt lesser, unworthy, subtly so.
Even when I was ten, I knew there were
only two ways to get to the big one:
marriage or go in the army.
We all wondered what it was like to be adult.
After all, most of them smoked.
They all had drinks.
The women had figures, swishy swirls.
The men wore suits like they knew how.
At the "Big Table" they all talked like experts
about stuff we didn't understand
and they laughed loudly at Uncle Bob's jokes.
As the years moved on, things would change,
always do.
I saw virtually all my cousins
disassemble their lives too early -
marriages, divorces, addictions, lost jobs, left school -
beleaguered into inevitable submission.
My family miraculously unscathed.
But they're all gone now,
"Big Table" and little table too.
All that's left from the 50s
is my brother, sister and me.
For years, I was at the "Big Table" since my brood and I
took over the Christmas tradition.
The "Big Table" conversation was
superficial and posing was prevalent.
So one year, I put myself at the "Kids' Table." Just for fun.
Yes, milk got tipped.
But oh, the wonderment and hope. A meal that truly was
food for the soul.
Now that I'm old and looking back,
with a quiet smile, mulling it,
I kinda liked the "Kids' Table" better.
Colored pencil illustration by G.Gaul
I spent a day with you,
gazing into your
sad green eyes—
I could see that
you were placated
with the thoughts
of death—with
being without—
with being
unheard.
I am afraid
of entering that
void alone too—
but we all must
and will.
But I
sit near you and listen
because I am alive
and we are ever more
alike.
Maybe I am scared
of the inevitable deterioration—
maybe I am terrified
to make you feel
rattled by my absence.
Because I know what it is like
to feel utterly alone—
to feel like everyone is
tired of trying and
fading around me.
I wish I can take
all that is lost within
you away and dry
those watery eyes
that have seen so
much and now so
little.
I wish I can take you
to where it all made sense
and everyone around you
breathed easy and laughed freely
and hoped truly.
But all I can do is
spend a day with you—
seeking to see some
trace of relief in those green eyes—
and remind myself that
this day will never again
return… and that we are all
one step closer to the edge
of the void among the
forgotten.
You have caused a world of pain,
making me feel like you had me by a chain.
My life and spirit you did drain,
I cried like a heavy rain.
Field of forgiveness is an art,
one needs to make a new start.
It comes from a loving heart,
when one is very smart.
Forgiveness must be for me,
it is not about thee.
I need to be set free,
then I can flee.
JUST REMEMBER
If ever you feel lonely or down,
And your not sure what to,
Close your eyes and take a deep breath,
Remember a very happy, special day,
When things were good for you,
Remember who you were with, that special place,
That holds special memories,
Family, friends, that familiar face.
Hold on to the special memories,
Of all our loved ones, so dear,
We should treasure them forever,
Always in our hearts and in our minds so clear.
Colourful fairy lights are glittering
There’s a feeling of magic in the air
Tonight we’re having a garden party
All friends and family are to be there.
Food’s cooking outside on the barbecue
Glasses out and wine ready to pour
And the weather is pleasantly balmy
Who could ask or wish for anything more.
No doubt there will singing and dancing
Beneath the moon and the stars on high
Memories made to last us forever
As the years steadily go passing by.
Excited guests are slowly arriving
Greeting one another warmly with love
For sure it’s going to be a rave up
I’ve secretly hidden the boxing gloves.
Cradle your love gently in caring hands
Tenderly as velvety fine grained-sands
Be the rainbow in their showery days
Today tomorrow forever always.
Love graceful as pirouetting snowflakes
Enfold with warmth of a loving embrace
The life changing gift tied up with heart strings
Jewels in the crown that only love brings.
Hold onto your love, never let it go
Even when apart, let the lovelight glow
Love never dies, it’s nestled in your heart
As constant as the sun, moon and the stars.
True love, true friends and family are treasures
They’re our assets of love without measure
To be cherished for as long as we live
Blessings of our hearts to have and to give.
“No matter where you love, why or with who
Cradle with love those near and dear to you.
A baby bird fell from a tree
Right in front of mini-me,
He tried to fly but every lift
He fell back down and ran quite swift.
The mother of the baby bird
Fed it’s beak upon the earth,
Guiding it back up the tree
Then there was another three…
Birds…
The baby bird heard family calls
Climbed up and up with many falls,
Head held high it squawked *cheep cheep*
Then baby bird fell fast asleep.
Mini Me brought water fast
For H20 out there is vast,
Seeds we placed upon the tree
To help the birdie family.
What can we do? not much more
for birds that are so premature,
The dear little thing; our new feathered friend
To the sky you will transcend.
THE MATRIARCH
(In Memory of Eva Vescovi Dixon 1910-2010)
by Tina (Vescovi) Lasley
She was a Sister, Mother, Aunt and Friend
Someone on whom you could always depend
She was Counselor, Advisor, and Mentor to all
There to pick us up if we should fall
She was persistent, tenacious and so strong willed
Not one to be stopped or one to be stilled
She was ahead of her time in so many ways
Working on war planes in her early days
Owning a restaurant and a Florist too
When it was an uncommon thing for Women to do
Arranging flowers each and every day
Making sprays and bouquets to earn her way
Raising two Sons all on her own
Without self help books and how to be shown
Working long hours, six days a week
No time for vacations or much rest to seek
She made time for us all, to sit and chat
Telling stories from the past about this and that
She remembered all the names in the photo book
When we would ask as we took a look
Her homemade ravioli’s were the best around
Her sweet potato pie could always be found
Family recipes passed one to another
Learned from the great Italian Mother
She kept regular hair appointments, clear to the end
Her “Beauty Operator”, more Family than Friend
She was loved by her neighbors and all that she knew
Long standing friendships through the years that grew
Each year, her garden she’d tend
Sharing her bounty with Family and Friend
There wasn’t a plant she couldn’t revive
Even when you thought it would never survive
She tried to retire at age 75
But missed being around people and feeling alive
Back to work she went for 17 more years
Working part time at a Florist that happened to be near
She retired a 2nd time at age 92
Finding ways to keep busy with things to do
She befriended two robins that followed her around
Moving from window to window, until she could be found
Grandmother, Great Grandmother, to such a big brood
Her hugs and kisses sure to lift your mood
She will always be remembered at the door waving goodbye
Trying hard to smile with a tear in her eye
She saw so much in her 100 years
Even outlived all of her peers
But the good Lord said, “Eva, it’s time to go”
Heaven is waiting on you to show.
My fondest wish this Christmas
Is for all who read this poem
To believe in Santa Clause again
And truly get to know him.
He’s not just a childhood dream
He’s a feeling in your heart
A show of love for all mankind
Of which we play a part
So be a child once again
And in Santa Clause believe
Give the gift of love my friend
And that gift you will receive
The true meaning of Christmas
Is not in gifts we receive or give
It’s in how we treat one another
Each day we’re blessed to live
The real lesson of Christmas
Is one we all should learn
Treat others with kindness and acceptance
And you’ll get what you give in return
Christmas is a magical time
To spread some holiday cheer
But we should keep that spirit in our heart
Each and every day of the year
Family and Friends are like Christmas ornaments
Hanging on your Christmas tree of life
They decorate your best of days
And shine light on your darkest days of strife
The spirit of Christmas past
Keep alive in your hearts and minds
Remember loved ones no longer with us
Precious good memories there to find
The spirit of Christmas present
Is not in the presents that you buy
The price of the gift is love
A cost that is never too high
The spirit of Christmas future
Is not a foreboding shade
It’s spending time with family and friends
More good memories to be made
The fruit of the spirit of Christmas
Is to give each other a chance
To move to the beat of their own drum
And in the world together join the dance
Remember that Jesus is the real reason
That we have Christmas from the start
He is why we celebrate the season
So always keep Jesus in your heart
My wish for you this Christmas
Is peace, joy, good health and love
And remember family and friends
Are gifts received from God above
So in the spirit of the season
And spreading holiday cheer
Merry Christmas to my family and friends
And a very Happy New Year
Corned bread stuffed turkey
Party need to go home stuffed
Oh..., tummy’s to full
Eve Roper 11/27/2014
May you and yours have a wonderful, blessed Thanksgiving :) eve
Over the meadow and through the woods
my sweet li'l grandma's got the goods!
But Daddy says I'll have to wait
until that certain December date.
Maybe I'll spot Santa's sleigh
somewhere near the Milky Way
being led by Rudolph's nose
so bright and shiny that it glows.
These were my thoughts as a kid;
now the presents are all hid
or sitting underneath the tree
for all my family and friends to see.
Twinkling lights and wreaths all hung
while Christmas tunes are beautifully sung.
Hot mugs of cocoa are passed around
while distantly a church bell sounds.
I gaze at all the faces dear
of loved ones come from far and near
to spend this wondrous Christmas together
inside safe from the snowy weather.
Or perhaps we'll take a fun sled ride
as we bundle up and race outside.
No matter what we do it's true
Christmas is magical through and through.
written by Deb Wilson
November21st, 2013
for contest "Christmas Magic" sponsored by Gail Angel Doyle
G=Graduation day I will wear my cap-gown for my dressing. R=Relatives will be there with cards and all their caring.
A=Achievements and hard work have been very amazing.
D=Dreams are now coming true due to the many lessons.
U=Until today I never counted all my blessings. A=All teachers thank you for my education and for your testing.
T=Today I start a new life that I will be addressing. I=I feel the years have gone by in seconds.
O=Open the door I will say to courage-don't keep me guessing. N=Now on with life, job and a wedding.
Date Written: 3/13/2021
Note: Acrostic Rhyme
4 Place
A Graduation Blessing
Contest Judged: 4/7/2021
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley