Sometimes peoples lives weave together
Like a living, growing, vine.
A friend you've had since childhood--
We see each other or talk all the time.
Maybe a co-worker friend and you
May have something in common. Same
Birthdays, except for years--and it just so
Happens, so do our mothers. Our claims to fame.
The friend from childhood has been "adopted"
Into our family. We've been there for each other
Through good and bad. Her oldest has a birthday
The day after my sis, the younger on my brother's.
My friend from work is one of a kind.
She keeps me laughing when I feel
Like crying. She says I do the same for
Her. Things she's gone through are hard to deal.
I have other friends who are close to me.
Without them in my life being goofy and kind,
I think my life would be empty. They're the
Flowers on the woven vines.
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