Friend Called J Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

In my lonely life.
Married to my wife.

She had lots them,
when i had only one.

I had only known her for 12 months
That one was a friend.

Hear her voice,
see her smile.

My problems,
disappear for a while.

I like her alot,
when i once lost the plot, she came to help.

But like everyone selfish,
I never said thanks.

I never show it,
in case I hurt her.
She, my only friend.

Thank you J,
for being you.

Made to make my day brighter,
than its usual deep blue.

I Siddiqi 13.08.2009