… they come in different shapes and sizes, and they do, literally and figuratively! Some are tall, some are short, and others are somewhere in between. Some are much older, some much younger, others just about my age. Some are bossy, overbearing and prescriptive, others are gentle, withdrawing and retracting. Some are generous and very giving, others don’t give as much. Some are so sensitive, being with them is like walking on eggshells others have elephant skin, nothing sticks, and everything washes off. Some waffle on and I haven’t got a clue what planet they are on, I can’t make head or tail what they are saying, sometimes I wonder what they have been sniffing. Others are wise and speak with such wisdom, depth and maturity. Some friends check in on me regularly, others can never find my number, something is always wrong with their phone, it’s always crashing and looking at numbers, or data or whatever, there is always a long tale.
Some friends sneak in on me, others will only come if they can make a grand entrance. Some I have known for a long, others I recently met. Some always have a story to tell about what happened in some very long distant past. I could hardly remember any of those stories, I sense that the stories are embellished and possibly bits added to make them more colourful. Other friends are not storytellers, however, their countenance tells it all. I fight with some of my friends, I hate to admit it, but we always kiss and makeup. My friends don’t keep grudges, they always forgive.
My friends can be weird at times, I must admit, but I guess birds of like feathers flock together, I also have my moments. Some friends promise to move a mountain but you will be lucky if they move a pebble. Some friends promise nothing, yet they deliver plenty, going beyond the call over duty. Some friends have the sternest looking face but the warmest heart. Others have smiley faces but tough and unyielding hearts.
But all in all, my friends are beautiful, lovely and loving. My friends always come through for me and when the moment arises, my friends always (I mean always) rise to the occasion. My friends are always there for me, they are like a hunch on my back. They truly have my back.
Thank you for being my friend, thank you for being there for me, and thank you for loving me. I love you!
Beautiful Ivory 