Shifting gears a little bit...I filled out a form for work to reimburse me for school, and found out that one of my grades had been bumped up! YAY! Fall Semester GPA was 2.64!
The Poem on my mind...
Friendship Blooms in the Morning
(A Family's Story)
By WirelessMike
Not so long ago,
In a city far away,
A friendship began
In the usual way.
Two men on a business trip,
The date is hard to remember.
I know it was between
January and December.
It was only one week,
And neither friend could know
How much their friendship
Was destined to grow.
God’s blessings are difficult
To understand in this life,
Often they come
Disguised as great strife.
One of these men
Had a life-changing event,
To the small town of the other
His family was sent.
It is said that the Lord works
In mysterious ways,
He is the sun behind the clouds
On our darkest days,
For dark it was,
At the start of that year,
The one man’s battle
With desperation and fear,
Few he knew
In this small, foreign city,
And fewer yet, his wife
So more’s the pity.
But rain falls at night,
So that following the gloom
One may find in the morning
That friendship will bloom.
-
For the man’s wife
Life was surely a trial.
All her friends she had left
Back many a mile.
Lonely at home
With only her little girl
For to keep her company
In a lonely world.
God’s will brought these strangers
Who entered her heart,
There to dwell as a family
With love from the start.
A sisterhood formed,
There is no stronger bond.
Depth and patience it has
Like a still sunlit pond.
When they are together
And wherever they roam,
Their voices, to each other
Give the comfort of home.
Finally she felt
She had someplace to belong,
Outside of that place
She had left behind long.
Laughter and games,
Movies and trips,
Tight hugs from strong arms,
Healing kisses from gentle lips.
Her daughter now
Had mothers three,
And no more caring mothers
Could any wish bring to be.
God’s guiding hand
Will separate them soon,
But they will find in the morning
Their friendship still bloom.
-
Life was surely a trial.
All her friends she had left
Back many a mile.
Lonely at home
With only her little girl
For to keep her company
In a lonely world.
God’s will brought these strangers
Who entered her heart,
There to dwell as a family
With love from the start.
A sisterhood formed,
There is no stronger bond.
Depth and patience it has
Like a still sunlit pond.
When they are together
And wherever they roam,
Their voices, to each other
Give the comfort of home.
Finally she felt
She had someplace to belong,
Outside of that place
She had left behind long.
Laughter and games,
Movies and trips,
Tight hugs from strong arms,
Healing kisses from gentle lips.
Her daughter now
Had mothers three,
And no more caring mothers
Could any wish bring to be.
God’s guiding hand
Will separate them soon,
But they will find in the morning
Their friendship still bloom.
-
So it was with these men
Who were destined to find
Their families and friends
Hopelessly intertwined.
A man and his wife
And their little girl
Gained a brother and two sisters
To brighten their world.
The love and the joy
This new family shares
Cannot be described in poetry,
No matter what writer dares.
For a family they are,
Sharing more than just space,
They share meals and laughter,
They share life in God’s grace.
Their relationship keeps growing,
Mistaken for family, they could be
But perhaps that’s the way
God meant it to be.
And though they may move
Many miles away,
Nothing can change
How close they feel today.
Their lives still display,
For all to see,
The way God meant
A friendship to be.
The men love each other
As close as brother,
Their families now part
Of something larger than one another.
And though the night of their lives
Part their ways all too soon,
They will find in the morning
Their friendship still bloom.
-
Who were destined to find
Their families and friends
Hopelessly intertwined.
A man and his wife
And their little girl
Gained a brother and two sisters
To brighten their world.
The love and the joy
This new family shares
Cannot be described in poetry,
No matter what writer dares.
For a family they are,
Sharing more than just space,
They share meals and laughter,
They share life in God’s grace.
Their relationship keeps growing,
Mistaken for family, they could be
But perhaps that’s the way
God meant it to be.
And though they may move
Many miles away,
Nothing can change
How close they feel today.
Their lives still display,
For all to see,
The way God meant
A friendship to be.
The men love each other
As close as brother,
Their families now part
Of something larger than one another.
And though the night of their lives
Part their ways all too soon,
They will find in the morning
Their friendship still bloom.
-
The women of this story,
We must not forget,
For this tale hinges
Upon how well they are met.
A sister, a wife, a girlfriend and more
Would make up this extended family core.
Together they shared
Both good times and bad.
Sharing meals and stories
Sometimes happy, some sad.
But never alone,
Now, or ever again,
For no miles can segregate
The sisterhood of women.
Unafraid to cry or laugh out loud,
Whether behind closed doors or middle of crowd,
These women have become
Everything sisters can be,
Both to each other
And to the brothers you see.
No perfect world,
Sometimes disagree,
But rarely apart
As God meant them to be.
And more than willing
To stay together,
No matter their moods,
No matter the weather.
But God’s plan is more complicated,
And soon they would know
That the road ahead forks,
And thither each must go.
But this dark time coming
Must not be mistaken as doom,
For they will find in the morning
Their friendship still bloom.
-
We must not forget,
For this tale hinges
Upon how well they are met.
A sister, a wife, a girlfriend and more
Would make up this extended family core.
Together they shared
Both good times and bad.
Sharing meals and stories
Sometimes happy, some sad.
But never alone,
Now, or ever again,
For no miles can segregate
The sisterhood of women.
Unafraid to cry or laugh out loud,
Whether behind closed doors or middle of crowd,
These women have become
Everything sisters can be,
Both to each other
And to the brothers you see.
No perfect world,
Sometimes disagree,
But rarely apart
As God meant them to be.
And more than willing
To stay together,
No matter their moods,
No matter the weather.
But God’s plan is more complicated,
And soon they would know
That the road ahead forks,
And thither each must go.
But this dark time coming
Must not be mistaken as doom,
For they will find in the morning
Their friendship still bloom.
-
The other man mentioned
Was destined for change.
The girlfriend in our family,
Her life with his to arrange.
Together long before
Our family grew.
They would be together even longer,
So both of them knew.
One special day
The friends agreed
To witness together
A most important deed.
A marriage was proposed
After years together
A change in the family
And a coming change in the weather.
For changes of such sort
Are permanent in kind,
And the ties of marriage
Tighter than friendship, bind.
The fork in their road
Began to appear,
And though it was in happiness
Still, each shed his tear.
For a family they are,
And a family they remain.
But the change is inevitable,
Like the smell of rain.
Still in love and friendship,
The family agreed
To see each other happy,
And to witness the deed.
But let not a dark shadow
Over this family loom,
For they will find in the morning
The friendship still bloom.
-
Was destined for change.
The girlfriend in our family,
Her life with his to arrange.
Together long before
Our family grew.
They would be together even longer,
So both of them knew.
One special day
The friends agreed
To witness together
A most important deed.
A marriage was proposed
After years together
A change in the family
And a coming change in the weather.
For changes of such sort
Are permanent in kind,
And the ties of marriage
Tighter than friendship, bind.
The fork in their road
Began to appear,
And though it was in happiness
Still, each shed his tear.
For a family they are,
And a family they remain.
But the change is inevitable,
Like the smell of rain.
Still in love and friendship,
The family agreed
To see each other happy,
And to witness the deed.
But let not a dark shadow
Over this family loom,
For they will find in the morning
The friendship still bloom.
-
One last melancholy tale
Still must unfold,
The sister’s story
Has yet to be told.
To face an uncertain future
Is a difficult report.
Only such a family as this
Could provide her support.
She saw the fork in the road
At first, very bleak.
It would not improve
For many a week.
The family, they prayed,
They gave her such love
As could only be provided
From the Lord, above.
The brother and his wife,
Their life together begun.
The sister first seeing change
Like a setting sun.
Whether they like it or not,
The family will break her heart.
For she put a piece of it in each of them
And she feels each piece, no matter how far apart.
So it is with all of them,
Their hearts in pieces shared
How else could it be,
Given how for each other they cared?
Even the daughter,
As young as she be,
Bears the burden of heartbreak.
She loves her family.
But the family will be together again.
Perhaps in this life, perhaps not so soon
And they will find that forever, in each morning
Their family still bloom.
Still must unfold,
The sister’s story
Has yet to be told.
To face an uncertain future
Is a difficult report.
Only such a family as this
Could provide her support.
She saw the fork in the road
At first, very bleak.
It would not improve
For many a week.
The family, they prayed,
They gave her such love
As could only be provided
From the Lord, above.
The brother and his wife,
Their life together begun.
The sister first seeing change
Like a setting sun.
Whether they like it or not,
The family will break her heart.
For she put a piece of it in each of them
And she feels each piece, no matter how far apart.
So it is with all of them,
Their hearts in pieces shared
How else could it be,
Given how for each other they cared?
Even the daughter,
As young as she be,
Bears the burden of heartbreak.
She loves her family.
But the family will be together again.
Perhaps in this life, perhaps not so soon
And they will find that forever, in each morning
Their family still bloom.
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