This was written for my Mom and my best friend, Roberta.
*MY FAITHFUL FRIEND*
My friend is not perfect, nor am I. We'll spread our wings and together we'll fly. We'll soar through the meadows, and up through the trees. We'll fly together, on a cool summer breeze. We'll climb the highest mountain, swim the deepest sea. Together, my faithful friend and me.
Melissa, I never was given the chance by my mother to have this kind of relationship, but I think as she gets older she might realize that her kids need her as much as she needs us. I have to say though I do have a friendship like you write about with my mother inlaw I love her very much, thank you for your beautiful poem.