Having friends like these
Makes it good to be alive
Once a loved one burdened
Me with my life
Ever since I doubted
Was I made for strife?
My worth upon this earth
Is not mother or a wife
A helper and completer
For those grafted to the vine
All these inner longings
Are a gift from God divine
Now my little angel, rest
Until the day is fine
All your gifts and hugs to give
I’ll gladly take as mine
—————————-Photo by Alexander Shustov