Poetry/Short Stories

My friend


I call my friend

One that knows me

Yet loves me

U see the beauty in me

Beyond the dusty surface

U see something

That I myself​ don’t see

You ask me to smile

When I wanna cry

You ask me to keep on

When I can’t keep up

You say I can

When I think I can’t

You walk my path

Along with me


U are my friend

Susan McMillan

35 thoughts on “My friend

  1. That hairdo on the little girl on the right in the lovely photo takes me back to the way I wrestled my daughter’s hair at that age. Thanks.

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