I buy a magazine called ‘The People’s Friend’ that has been around for years and years for the lady I care for. The magazine is filled with stories, poems, recipes and lovely places in the UK to visit. My kind of magazine! Anyway, I was paging through the magazine this afternoon and found this delightful poem that dates back to 1951 (a bit before my time of course 🙂 ) and thought I would share it with you.
For Tomorrow.
My friendships are the homing ships
That touch the evening shore,
And they are all the flowers fair
That blossom at my door.
They are the stars that twinkle
When the sun has slipped away;
They are my windows and my roof
Against a rainy day.
My friendships warm the winter snow
And cool the summer breeze,
And bring to life the pages of
My book of memories.
They are the jewels in my box,
The hopes that fill my chest,
The courage of my effort
And my comfort when I rest.
And I shall keep and cherish them
As long as I may last,
To live for some tomorrow
And to dream about the past,
J.J.M.
The poem is lovely and the words beautiful. What fascinates me the most with poetry, is how someone can take ordinary words and by linking them together in patterns create a work of beauty, something that lasts longer than the writer, the testimonial to a snapshot in time of feelings that meant something to them…..and a legacy for us to enjoy! 
Not Just a Granny 
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