A Special Friend
I have a special friend,
I can truly call my own,
Someone, that I can talk to.
When I really feel alone.
Someone, who will listen,
To every word I say.
Even though the words I’ve spoken,
Have gotten lost along the way.
My friend is always with me,
Even in the dark of the night.
Like the soft glow of an ember,
Soft…but always bright.
His warmth will always be with me,
It wraps around my heart.
And through the coldest days of winter,
It gives me a brand new start.
My Special Friend is a he,
Although it maybe a she,
My Special Friend is my brother,
A Special part of me.
I can not face him man to man,
Until my day has come.
When the Father calls me home,
To stand beside his son.
But, as I strive through life’s ups and downs,
I have a hand to hold.
A Special hand….from a Special Friend,
Something to behold.
A Special Feeling,
A Special Heart,
That will always touch me,
It has, From the very start.
Dedicated to my late brother,
Robert Charles Alton.
Written by…
Leonard F. Alton, October 8th ,1989.
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