Friends

How does one speak of friendship, but quietly.

And so, so very quietly, the whispers from a heart may echo through the chambers of your own.

As the years pass and we learn that Life holds treasured few for us to call truly Friends; And as the breezes of our lives now carry us in new directions.

I must say I trust the seeds of our souls will always find common warmth and nurturing, and grow ever strong in the grounds of time; that we may remember those breezes are of a common wind.

Ever in transition, we . . . and with time and space we'll find new dimension and depth -- of self, and of "family."

Toast the "extended family" --click-click.

Raise a glass to the "good 'ol days."

Remember, these are them!

A simple, quiet

        thank you

            from the heart.

You hold a special place in mine that no one else may enter. .

You fill it with caring and warmth. . .and a trusting peace.

A quiet sigh --

        no goodbye --

                    For my Friend.

B.H.M

I still miss you so much that it hurts. D.K.M.JR.