Standing by,
All the way.
Here to help you through your day.

Holding you up,
When you are weak,
Helping you find what it is you seek.

Catching your tears,
When you cry.
Pulling you through when the tide is high.

Just being there,
Through thick and thin,
All just to say, you are my friend.

jackie summerford
November 20, 2008

Together til the end,
You and me will be friends.
We'll break our friendship never,
together or apart we'll be friends forever.
Through good times and bad,
We'll never get mad.
Through old friends and new friends,
Our friendship never bends.
Eventhough we're changing,
Our friendship is never ending.
With broken hearts and many tears,
We've made it through these past few years.
Different in many ways,
more alike each passing day.
Our memories are the best,
it's our honesty we never test.
Helping each other out,
Always with no doubt.
We've always been eachother's better half,
When we hang together we have a full glass.
Together til the end,
You and me will be friends.

jackie summerford
November 18, 2008

In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae, May 1915

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep,
though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

jackie summerford
November 9, 2008