Upon my finger; I wear a ring
Not made of any precious metal ; but still; a valued thing
It has no gemstones that shine and glisten
I wear it in memory of one who listened
Not made of silver, not made of gold
I love you friend; your story is told.
Upon my finger; I wear a ring
In my mind ; it means all things
It tells so many stories of love and pain
I will never know anpther ; quite like you again .
I Love You ! my distant friend ; yet one who was so close in my heart xo
Hey, Joe - this is Brendan. Just commenting to say how much I love this poem. I'm reading Cody's Story, but I was scanning your blog for other things at the same time, and came across this. I wrote a short story along similar lines, actually, so I was quite startled when I saw your poem. It's fairly awesome (the poem, that is), to say the least.
ReplyDeleteThanks Brendan. This one is related to another one on here. I think you will soon find out which one .
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