Here is a poem written specially for me by a budding writer. It sums up the feelings inside me, and the writer along with a few others I've chatted with and helped, sometimes with more than just computer problems.

TRUE GIFT

My true dear friend, has had a loss,
one so deep, a horrible cost,
he shows his strength, by loving all,
he gives a gift, to those who call.

Nothing ever does he ever ask,
except to be a friend, to the last,
Gentle, kind, a patient soul,
the hurt he endured created the whole.

Our trials, pains, our great grand times,
make us what we are in our minds,
The hurt that was incurred in him,
make this man, a total gem.

Acceptance is a way of life,
he knows we all have troubles and strife,
he hears the pain, and knows it's cost,
his heart does weep, for others loss.

He gives a gift of caring and thought,
you know it's real, it can't be bought,
You feel the arms of comfort given,
his words, his heart makes life worth living.

The words he shares, are from his heart,
this friend of mine, is oh so smart,
he gives one gift, a precious thing,
the trust of a friend, it makes a heart sing.

The hurt is deep, in some of us,
the love he gives, it has no lust,
the arms he uses to comfort you,
you feel the love, and know it's true.

The pain you feel, late in the night,
is lessened by a friend, you know he is right
He tells you time will ease all pain,
the one he has, it still remains.

He tells you of a pain so raw,
you feel the tears, and know it all,
it tears your soul, to hear of this,
his lovely child will be missed.

His story told, you know it is true,
his words of hope, they comfort you,
His pain is there, you hear it beat,
because time heals, it makes it bittersweet.