
Phyllis
By Judith Viorst
You knew me when I didn't know myself
And when I lose myself you find me.
Whenever things get bad
And I forget the good I've had,
You help remind me.
I tell you of my joys. My joys increase.
I tell my sorrows. They diminish.
And when I want to quit
You keep me going, bit by bit,
Until I finish.
Friendship is an art and you have made
The act of friendship your great art form.
I know that I can bear
The biggest chill because you're there
To keep my heart warm.
The poem is from Judith Viorst's Sad Underwear and Other Complications.
The poetry friday round-up is at Chicken Spaghetti this week.
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