Friendship’s Gifts

A helping hand,
perhaps a smile;
Caring thoughts,
staying a while.

Careful words,
lovely letter;
Speaking softly,
listening better.

Friendly banter,
never rough;
Sticking ‘round,
though its tough.

Never lie,
meaning all;
There to catch me,
when I fall.

Little things,
To me you are,

Being friends,
gives me a lift;
This my friend,
is quite the gift.


Written in response to the “gift” prompt at Writer’s Digest.


About ewdupler

Gene is an avid outdoorsman, loves reading and is known to put pen to paper (well, he types) as an amateur poet.
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