Big Friend and Little Friend

It was spring, or maybe autumn.

There was a little white hat,

And a big, safe, worn brown jacket.

Big Friend and Little Friend were standing hand in hand,

Looking out onto the world.

 

Soft hand in weathered hand, what were they thinking about?

No one quite knew.

But the sparrows knew, as did the cranes flying over the water,

For they were building their family home with their nest.

Little Friend sensed that this was the natural order of things,

As Little Friend was wise in his years though his years were few.

 

Big Friend was thinking about this too.

But Big Friend knew about the harshness of life like Little Friend yet didn’t.

A silent tear was falling with the knowledge of the lack in the little one’s life.

He knew what was important and pure, like very few big friends still really did,

For Big Friend's mind hadn’t been polluted by the big world ways.

 

Little did Big Friend realise that, as he stood there silently teaching about the world,

The warmth of his hand was already one half of what Little Friend needed.

Little Friend would always remember this day

As the day he realised that, with Big Friend around, life might just be worth living.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[wordman]

and a son always needs a father,and a father his son,a great message

[~]

A beautiful poem. I loved the message of taking care for one another, especially the idea of the one that has the means, to look out for the other one that is more fragile. A darling piece which I enjoyed. :D

[Marina Alexandrova]

Thank you! That really means a lot :)

[Misery]

It has the feel of a tender story, perhaps not a poem, but a nice story.
Are you a story writer?

[Marina Alexandrova]

Thank you very much for the feedback :) Yes, I write stories too