When I was being shaken up in a jar of broken glass, you reached in to rescue me, taking the cuts and thinking noting of the new scars. I am evermore now in your palm and you belong safe in mine. A childhood friend is what you are, through we met full grown, for there is a kind of linkage of the deepest and most vulnerable soul that anchors and yet becomes billowed sail.
Years come to pass as a bright and uplifting song, and as we age, as our wisdom grows, our childhood bond remains strong. For in that kiln of the troubles we were welded together as one, and so, come what may, no matter what, we are family.
A childhood friend is heavens gift, a co-captain for when times are rough, a co-conspirator in blessed mischief, a bud with petals of pure love, and one who'd be in the trenches with you if the battle cry ever comes, no matter what, where, when or with whom.
Every memory of you, my childhood friend, the good times and the bad, come as a hug in times of need and lift me back onto both feet.
We were sisters of the summer sun when each long holiday came around, sisters born in the widest range of emotions, sisters who sailed the storms and calm waters as co-captains. You are my childhood friend, the friend who keeps my child self so safe and warm.
We became part of the foundations of one another's homes, for we supported each other from soul to eyes of mirth. That is what we were, that is what we are, friends that belong together in this life and evermore.
Childhood friend you were gentleness in a world of thorns. You helped me raise my eyes to the roses, to let the beauty of their petals become a part of my heart, as they are a part of yours.
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