My Friendship to You

 

If I am blessed with the wealth of growing old, I will spend my prosperity remembering you. My children will know your name and imagine themselves in the whimsy of our days. Like the laundry drying on the line, we will be one together, experiencing the sun and rain of life, no matter the distance between the pins that hold us. If your laugh becomes an echo or your face becomes unfamiliar, I will never forget your soul. Our love for each other cannot be confined to time or the give and take of becoming old. As others fear heights, the looming of spiders, or the anxiety of public speaking, the inevitableness of forgetfulness consumes my restless and fleeting thoughts. But even so, with the losing of my mind or the faintness of my voice, I will be grounded to sanity by the simple mention of you. Our genuine loyalty to each other will be the medium for the blissfulness of life. It will hold each of our hands firmly and guide us by the linking of our palms through the vulnerability and humor of our undertakings. 

 

Rhys Morrow