Hush, she said..listen to the wind.
It brings a message from a friend.
A friend we know, a friend we love,
A friend we don’t see but who sees us.
No matter how far, no matter how apart,
You’ll always have a special place in my heart.
Things don’t matter really,
It’s the feelings attached to them that matter..
We buy several things daily..
But it’s the gifts that make us gladder.
May it be a flower,
given by a lover.
May it be a book,
given by a teacher.
May it be a dress,
given by a father.
May it be a band,
given by a friend.
We hold these things close to our heart,
Don’t let them ever from us part..
But we make mistakes, do we not?
Sometimes we lose them and that’s because we forgot…
to pick them up from where we left them..
to put them back to where we store them..
and it hurts,
it makes us cry..
It makes us wonder..
Why oh why…
Why did I have to forget?
Why did I have to lose it?
I should have kept it safe.
it was a gift.
cannot be replaced.