My Beads

“Who are your friends?” they ask.

Really, it’s a short list.

Still, every name is special,

A bead upon the string,

The string around my wrist.

We never did wear bracelets.

Our necklaces got lost,

No symbols to be seen.

Life’s the only string we’ve got.

K has always been there,

My leader, everything she shares,

A silver bead, the centerpiece.

A stood up for me,

Strength and care she shows,

A maroon bead that glows.

A and E don’t go too deep,

Still, excited fun we seek,

A sunlight bead of happy.

S is one who writes like I do,

He inspires me to try things new,

A cerulean bead who encourages me.

L and M have come and gone;

In distant past, R and J slipped away.

Still, their colored beads remain.

I’ve got these beads upon my wrist,

And if I had only one wish,

I’d repay all of their friendship

And give them only happiness.

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