A Poem About Friendship

It is by chance we met, 
by choice we became friends.
Friendship is a strange thing---
we find ourselves telling each other 
the deepest details of our lives,
things we don't even share 
with our families who raised us.
But what is a friend? 
A confidant? A lover? 
A fellow email junkie? 
A shoulder to cry on? 
An ear to listen? 
A heart to feel?... 
A friend is all these things...
and more. 
No matter where we met, 
I call you friend. 
A word so small yet so large in feeling,
a word filled with emotion.                                                                                                                      

It is true great things 
come in small packages. 
Once the package of friendship 
has been opened, 
it can never be closed.
It is a constant book always written
waiting to be read and enjoyed. 
We may have our disagreements, 
we may argue, 
we may concern one another,
friendship is a unique bond 
that lasts through it all.                   

A part of me is put into my friends, 

some it is my humor, 
some it is my listening ear,
some it is real life experiences, 
some it is my romanticism
but with all, it is friendship.      

                                                                                                                                                      

Friendships forged are a construct stronger 
than steel built as a foundation, 
necessary for life and necessary for love. 
Friends----you and me
You brought another friend 
and then there were 3. 
We started our group 
Our circle of friends 
and like that circle
There is no beginning or end...  

~author unknown