I Have This Friend

 

I have this friend;

she is very special to me.

Not just because of what she does,

but because of who she is.

 

Her eyes are the pale blue color of the sky when there is a hint of rain.

Her face shows the trace of childhood freckles; a reminder of her innocent heart.

I used to love watching the curls of her hair blow in the wind,

and would inhale deeply the scent of her sweet-smelling shampoo.

 

My friend doesn't know she is beautiful,

for the mirror of Narcissus ne'er has she reached.

She has always been unique in that way.

Compliments don't have the same meaning to her as to the rest of us

because of the demons she battles inside.

It is tragic.

 

My friend never lost her childlike mind.

It is her most pure and singular attribute.

When she plays on the floor with my son,

they are like two compatriots bonded together by their own irreproachable land.

She helped me build a tepee once,

and told me I was Pocahontas in the old world.

Everything was a game back then,

and she was the best game-maker.

 

My friend is the greatest listener

but rarely feels safe enough to talk about herself.

I feel sad when I think about her past

and how its steely threads have dictated the way she regards her own identity.

She doesn't know this.

 

My friend is the most beautiful in the color orange.

Its uplifting hues radiate her warm and inviting spirit.
Her cheerful demeanor is always a comfort,
and her advice is always loving and inspiring. 

My friend was blessed with the Christ-like quality of charity.
She often gives without a second thought.
Growing up I always took advantage of this,
for I knew no matter how much I took
she would just keep giving.

My friend is famous for taking in orphans
no matter what form they come in.
She has helped raise dozens of children and random animals
who were simply in need of the kind of sympathetic love only she could give.
She reminds me of Pollyanna.

My friend and I are so different.
Oh how many battles there have been!
But no matter the hurt I inflicted upon her,
I always knew she loved me.
How often do we get so lucky?

My friend is the sole owner of my existence.
Through her struggle to bring me life,
her strength and bravery never waned.
She is my hero.

God gave me the greatest blessing the day he paired us together,
because my friend is not just my friend.
She is my Mother.


-Ashly Nicol



HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY MOMMA! May this day be as beautiful as you are.