About the Poem
Although I enjoy poetry I do not have a lot of experience in writing poetry. As the rain was hitting the windows of my house and I was probing my most deepest thoughts, I remembered someone very dear to me who has provided comfort and strength to me in wading through the rocky waters of life. My Best Friend.
|by Dena Martin|
|As I look
Beyond the ripples of my reflections
To examine my inner self;
The ripples begin to fade . . .
As the reflection lays beside me
Grasping my hand,
The inner warmth shields me
And the vision of my reflection appears
I see you. My Friend.