Poetry

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Daughter, sister, mother, aunt...
So many roles I've played on earth.
Each one cherished in its time,
Each one set in place by birth.

Yet, one stands out so differently,
One role that stands apart...
Friend and kindred-spirit!
Bound not by blood, but heart.

Yes, family ties were chosen well
By God and God alone.
But you, Wynona, dearest friend,
I chose thee on my own!

Your home's been a peaceful haven
Where tranquility rules and reigns,
Where I come to find a respite
From a world that's gone insane.

'Tis there I've shared my triumphs,
My joys, my secret dreams.
And I've sipped the wine of friendship,
Refreshing as a mountain stream.

And 'tis there I've shared my heartaches,
I've shocked you with my sin.
Yet, your gracious heart bids me to come...
Understanding dwells within.

You've been an anchor, sure and strong,
On you I have relied.
For your faith's as steady as a rock
Against life's stormy tide.

Thank you! How you've blessed my life
Throughout these many years
With laughter, love and loyalty...
Gifts so rare, so dear!

Perhaps my Father, full of grace,
Who knew my every need,
Planned our meeting afterall
And planted friendship's seed.

As raging floods prove dykes and dams
And fiery flames prove gold,
Time and distance tested thee
And lo, our friendship holds!

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