Acquaintances

People walk into my life then out again,

Little pieces in the puzzle that I have just begun.

We talk and smile for just a while,

Then smile and wave and say goodbye.

And shall we ever meet again?

Shall our wanderings cross again?

A small gift is all they leave,

Something like junk or to fill a need.

A gift of experience or of the like,

Something to help me place a missing piece.

And since I’ve been a little tyke,

The stream of people never seem to cease.

Then there are others who come and stay,

They find your heart and come right in.

They pull up a chair and then one day,

They tell you they don’t plan on leavin’.

These people we often call our friends.

They leave something more then most,

Their give lasts long and strong till the end.

Of their gift is such as to boast.

Their gift is big, it’s deep and wide.

It’s importance matches the tide.

It’s power reaches from the depths to the sky above.

Mere humans call it love.              - Kate Bailey 29/01/2013