A little poem I wrote some time ago. This picture, for some reason, makes me think of it- the sturdy friend who listens to the dance of words, supporting the laughter.
The love of paper and friends
There’s a connection somehow
If we could draw their faces while they talk
Catch them in smile.
It might make the memory sharpen
It might make it last
Or know, one day when these minutes have passed
That a friend helped along the way
And stopped along to say
That you hold a special place in this world