The Cozy Chair
Our friendship is a cozy old chair.
Time has held the seams.
Worry has worn through places only true friends could have been.
Kindergarten, playground rules…
High School dances too.
Daily stressors, nursing babies,
one more child for you.
The humor of it all,
the tears both big and small.
The fabric of our beings seems to blend,
You get Me – I know You and it all
Seems to work…although softer in spots,
Worn in others, but so very true.
You know ME. I get You.
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