The Front Porch

The Front Porch

Our Friendship was special,
it was one of a kind.
Sharing giggles and secrets
growing over a lifetime.

As the years went by;
born were her four, my two.
We laughed thru the hard times,
our friendship saw us thru.

Marriages came and marriages went,
be it a shoulder or a laugh to share.
It was a given,
our friendship was constant.
A phone call, a thought and we were there.

Plans for our golden years;
growing old was a given.
A front porch we would share
rocking in our chairs reminiscing.

Through the test of time;
time together or time apart,
the die was cast.
We were in each others hearts.

Then came the call......
Friend I am going away.
Cancer I have and
it can be any day.

The pain, the fear,
it can not compare.
We have plans to grow old
sharing rocking chairs.

She said, I need you.
I said, I will fly.
We cried as we hugged.
We said our good byes.

And then the news came;
a reprieve was given.
Remission she was in;
she could go on living.

Time passed, not long;
it was taken away.
She came back strong;
I have things to say.

Each time I went;
good byes got harder.
A call from her daughter;
the hospital has got her.

Should I come now,
or should I wait?
No, I am going home,
it is not too late.

The final call came, she has passed.
Oh God, she just slipped away.
My mind knows, but never my heart.
I cried, I hurt, I tried to pray.

Why to me had she lied;
"I am going home" she said.
I waited and I waited;
but she died, she died instead.

What of our plans;
did she not care
for the anger I felt,
and the despair.

The next sound I heard;
Shocked, I looked , I stared.
Her voice, but not in words
she said, "I am not there."

I did not lie, I have come home;
with our Rocking chairs I wait.
I'm on the front porch of heaven
Old Friend, it is never too late.