Treasure Island

Walterrean Salley

(Savannah, Ga)

A Faithful Friend

You’re like a big sister.
I miss our chats and girly talk.

Time has brought change.
Life charts its own path.
And though miles apart
Thank you for still being there
In times of need
As I am for you.

Somehow, you’ve dealt with
My ways knowing that it’s 'just me'
Going through some things,
And that I’d come out
On the better end.

A gift.
It’s been thirty years of true
And lasting friendship,
Which is more than
One could hope for.
Thank you.

Submitted: Friday, July 29, 2011
Edited: Friday, July 29, 2011

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  • Patricia Grantham (3/27/2013 1:20:00 PM)

    I think that this is a really beautiful poem about friendship.
    A friend in need is a friend indeed. thanks. (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Patrick (6/11/2012 10:37:00 PM)

    Such a beautiful poignant piece, its sad because I've never had any one to really call a friend, so this makes me cry because its something I've never really experienced. Im proud of your gift. (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (5/26/2012 11:48:00 PM)

    A rhythmic description of the lasting friendship...ideal

    Thank you for still being there
    In times of need
    As I am for you.
    good poem.... (Report) Reply

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