My Friend

I can’t give solutions to all of life’s problems, doubts,
or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we will
search for answers.

I can’t change your past with all it’s heartache and pain,
nor the future with its untold stories.
But I can be there now when you need me to care.

I can’t keep your feet from stumbling.
I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.

Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;
Yet I can share in your laughter.

Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;
I can only support you, encourage you,
and help you when you ask.

I can’t prevent you from falling away from friendship,
  from your values, from me.
I can only pray for you, talk to you and wait for you.

I can’t give you boundaries which I have determined for you,
But I can give you the room to change, room to grow,
room to be yourself.

I can’t keep your heart from breaking and hurting,
But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces
and put them back in place.

I can’t tell you who you are.
I can only love you and be your friend.



I am praying for you, my friend.

BigDadGib

7 Responses to “My Friend”

  1. Big White Hat Says:

    It is good to have an amigo like you.

  2. Stella Says:

    Such beautiful words, Gib.

  3. elxge Says:

    You got a big heart Gib. God Bless you.

  4. Brian Says:

    Very deep and poetic, A second career for you?

  5. Valerie Says:

    Thanks for your visit and comment at my blog. I love this poem! Is it okay if I forward it on to my daughter? Thanks!

  6. Julian Purtee Donahue Says:

    Howdy, Cousin,
    Would love to hear from you when you get a chance, for help in putting you on the Purtee family tree. BTW, in an alternate world I used to fantasize about being long-haul trucker (and my first wife actually became one–go figure). Instead I do a lot of world traveling and let others handle the transportation issues.

  7. Mountain Mama Says:

    That is just beautiful and exactly what a friend is all about.


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