I can see her <br />dazzling <br />sunshine smile; <br /> <br />emanating from her eyes <br />drifting into sight; <br />a beautiful <br />beautiful sight. <br /> <br />Undeniably she was <br />a Force of Nature <br />and effortlessly- <br />she lived her life <br />fluidly- <br />lightly, <br />Innocently. <br /> <br />She is a Spirit <br />still bathed in a certain purity in this world. <br /> <br />No scabs or scars; <br />No hurts or harms, <br />she had not come <br />in this world fully <br />yet <br />managing <br />somehow to be who she <br />was <br />from birth. <br /> <br />I am not that innocent. <br /> <br />I have scabs and scars. <br /> <br />I have known <br />Cutting Disappointments, <br />and Grinding Injustice. <br /> <br />Why is she my friend?<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/friends-330/
