Saturday, July 2, 2016

My Dearest Friend

What would I do without you, to hear me,
all these times, it was you, so quiet and sincere.
My days have not been the same or ever so free,
not as since that fateful meeting not so long ago.
You would open my heart, my friend so dear,
who I could not depart, for a moment or so.

Where would I go or could I know, peace,
the way you put me at ease, forever my friend.
The sweetness of my days shall not not decrease,
not if my heart remains true, for me and for you.
My light and gentle guide, smiling to the end,
without all you have done, what could I do?

Brian Francis Hudon
July 2, 2016

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