What Was Almost Lost (sonnet)

We come now to the time for losing friends
To death, allowing none to make amends
When once the opportunity is past
And the last time we met was truly last.
Such gaps as these the lost ones leave behind
Are filled to the extent we have been kind
To those who leave us now with memories
Of how we bore each other’s frailties.
Now, having once risked coming to the end
Of one great friendship-No, a more-than-friend-
A sister whom I treated with a paucity
Of love after her years of generosity,
I understand the gift that I risked losing:
The friend and sister of my heart’s own choosing.

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About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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