In praise of those friendships that crisscross
The undulating surfaces of generations or cultures
Attending the breath of our humble experiences
Whether whirling storms or quiet laxity
Whether acts of grand gestures or tender mercies
They are the heroes of my long life and I
Sing their praises. Blessed is true friendship.
Attending the breath of our humble experiences
Whether whirling storms or quiet laxity
Whether acts of grand gestures or tender mercies
They are the heroes of my long life and I
Sing their praises. Blessed is true friendship.
(This poem was inspired by Krista Tipetts and Jen Bailey's recent conversation on inter-generational friendships.)
(This post is part of my "Growing Up & Growing Old" project.)
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