by Delores Lowe Friedman
For the Friends Who Left Too Soon
The Fast Friends
The Ties That Were Made in an Instant
And Have Lasted a Lifetime
Fast friends, float away like the leaves on a fall tree,
Lined, and windblown, you lie at our feet,
Bearing the reds, and the golds, the passion of a life fully lived,
A testament to the true treasures, to us, you have given.
And we gather them up, lest they are blown away,
Keeping them alive in our minds till spring’s bright sun’s ray.
So, all that is left now, are our tearful good byes,
Our love expressed in gentle soft sighs.
Wishing for more than the whispers those tender sounds say,
For in our hearts, our love is loud, and lingering, and for all of our days.
Dearest Dee,
Today my father would have been 104 years old. Your beautiful poem “Fast Friends” has given me much comfort today, as I recall the great memories of my dad, who was a wonderful man. Even though he has been gone twelve years, I still have people tell me that dad was a good, kind and a friend to so many!
Thank you, dear Dee, for sharing.
Keith, that makes me so happy. Happy Birthday to your dad, and I am certain, he feels your love, and is so very proud of you and the good work you do. And you are a wonderful dear friend too. Dee
Very nice Dee!