Here is both copies of this poem....
“A Friend in You”
Living in a home of strife,
All I know to be my life.
A smile that’s sure to shine,
Always encouraging that it will be fine.
You’re a friend indeed,
You have closed my wound;
No longer must I bleed,
Now that you’ve come around.
On a sickened day,
I head your way.
Depressed, sad, or mad;
I go hang out in your pad.
You’ve become a part of me,
An impact upon my life.
Reaching out to me like no other,
Giving me insight beyond my years.
You’ve had your troubles,
Pains, and sorrows.
And yet you’re still here,
Sharing your joy with ones, including me.
I have spoken things I didn’t think I could,
Things I kept hidden inside.
You opened your ears and listened,
Sometimes even replied.
My heart has been evaluated,
Here are the results:
A loving caring kind.
Unmatched to the old.
I actually want to survive,
To continue to hold on.
Im thinking completely different than before,
All because you opened your door.
By: Ginger L. Smith
3/14/06
“A Friend in You”
Broken down to the ground,
Wanting to be found.
A smile that’s sure to shine,
Led me to believe that it was all fine.
When I shed a tear,
You wiped away my fear;
With the melody of singing birds,
Hidden beneath your genuine words.
You’re my bright shining star,
That healed my scar;
Lit my path;
And led me away from life’s awful wrath.
You’re a friend indeed,
There for my every need.
Whether it be a tear falling from my face,
Or my mind wandering into outer space.
You Changed my life from the very start;
Entered deep within my lonely heart;
Reached out to my desperate cry;
Taught me that I could accomplish anything if I try.
You Held my hand as I walked through fire;
Sowed my cuts received from barbed wire;
Ran to my aide as I searched for love;
You’re the person I always dreamed of.
You’re sweet like honey from a bee hive;
You’re the drive pushing me to survive.
You’ve become my best friend,
The first to extend love without end.
You’ve been by my side through thick and thin,
I look over and I see your wide grin.
Helping my problems one after another,
Its now I realize how much I consider you as a God Mother.
If it wasn’t for you giving me medication,
I may not have faced this transformation.
Im thinking completely different than ever before,
All because you gladly opened your door.
By: Ginger L. Smith
3/14/06- revision on 3/29/06
That poem was written for Mrs. Parker.
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