If I were to write a friendship poem
filled with joy, love
my deep appreciation
And hide it in the pocket of your shirt
or prop it up on the table
where you eat your breakfast
What a little thing
that would be
Yet shift happens
Like a butterfly’s fluttering wing
that one small act moves mountains
eventually or sooner
As you come to know a little more
how very much you are loved
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