This is an original poem written many years ago. I continue to come across these old “gems” here and there. I marvel at the understanding that shines through these writings even while, at the time, I don’t believe I deeply understood what I was trying to convey.
First Friends Last
And so the seed that has waited for so long
lying dormant yet with hope and purpose strong
has revealed the life that only nature lends
as waking starts and sleeping nears it’s end
Full bloom surely it will come
sure as the stars, sure as the sun.
But as the flower reaches to the sky
it cannot forget the roots
or both shall wilt and die
Like two souls who start with friendship fast and true
that foundation must remain as it was new.
Even through the times of joy and pain
the roots support the flower
and friends we shall remain
Walter ~1994
The lasting friendship of first friends… am I understanding this correctly? Either way, this is beautiful.
Hi Lisa! Yes, that’s what I meant, those who are friends prior to any other aspect/growth of relationship (teacher, student, business, romantic) can always refer to their common “roots”.
Thanks for your visit friend 🙂
I think this is my favourite so far. At an earlier age you captured the true essence of friendship that endures even with many bumps along the way (or not!)
My friends snd I, no matter how long it has been since we have connected, often comment on how we are able to “pick up where we left off!” After many years without contact we sometimes hesitate to reach out for fear of awkwardness and are amazed that there is none, no matter what has transpired in our lives!
Thanks for the beautiful reminder.
I’m glad you enjoyed it! I suppose when we look at friends it is easier to see our self because they are wearing fewer layers of pretense and protection. They have access to the nougat at the center whereas most get the hard outer shell 😀