Something Special. Poem by Fay Slimm

Whever we find something of value
We tend to secrete it, cosset with care,
And regard it with awe, which is the more
Ear-marked the nearer it is to the rare.

Rare indeed are exceptional treasures.
Distinctive things deserve being hoarded
With miserly pride, taken out at times
Then sighed over, quietly, whilst adored.

Adored as uniquely uncommon, claimed
With inordinate joy, something to cherish.
Deeply held needs are explicitly filled
By a trophy we know will never perish.

Perish away with decline, nor will vanish
Wthout any trace, so we handle deftly
This admirable bounty, put out of sight
But not out of mind and thought of as best.

Best of all special things, friendship, when found
Seems worth the wonder at such a rich prize.
Blessings of friendship and as close as ours,
Means it will ever be special, in my eyes.