For Connie on her 50th

Friendships are like little flowers in the garden of life.

They are watered with the tears of heartache and joy, and warmed with the sunshine of love.

Some are delicate and must be handled with care. Some are short lived and fade quickly.

But others last a life time and each year as life’s pruning shears cut deeper, the friendship and the friend become more beautiful . The roots go deeper , the thorns are easier to over look and their beautiful fragrance. Like pleasant memories linger on.

Margie
July 1994