This is a poem I wrote while thinking about some of the friendships I made in my life, which as years went by, simply faded away. Perhaps something went wrong, or we simply grew our own separate ways…
When we were little
We would play
Never felt troubled
About what people had to say
When I wasn’t well
You would benevolently stay
And check every hour
To make sure I was okay
When I wanted to talk
You’d always be there
Happiness or despair
We would unabashedly share
I revere those times
More than you’ll ever know
I continually question
What made you go
Our treasured memories
Will forever be in my heart
And I’ll always wonder
Why life tore us apart
-SaaniaSparkle 🧚🏻♀️
A very beautiful poem a bit nostalgic a bit of regret at the loss of dear friends . May be as we grow our perspective changes we move in different directions and disassociation becomes inevitable . However on the contrary I do have friends who were with me in kindergarten and they are dear to me .
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This has happened quite often to me, especially because I lived in different parts of the world. Out of sight, out of mind. On the plus side, I find that I can reconnect with friends that I haven’t seen for years in an instant.
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This has happened to me. When we started a family and our first child was born several of our close friends who didn’t have children drifted away. No hard feelings, we just couldn’t drop everything and come out a play anymore. And there were other occasions where me and my friend each went off chasing separate rainbows.
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I can totally relate… such a lovely poem..
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Such a sweet and cute poem. Makes me think about the friends I had growing up.
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That’s a lovely poem!
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I met a little vineyard.. W3 toasted life approprialy – by each others eyes of fun— natrue is so beautful – he asked me what I owed…
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I’m still not sure why, but I like that comment.
Cheers.
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Yes! fallow friendly voices, the’ll guide you
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3:33pm 10-15-2012 Monday October
July, June & Jupiter-
I had a dream, each for god, labels everything- A girl who; born in Hawaii- moved the streets downtown… no city lights- fantasy’s ” talkin’ think eyes mine
close part of me, seeing faces before the world wind read-
heartbroken closure grew described
Specail biography, even ” fake ” wonder meanwhile
settlements backsword ” see in glimmer talks, comma lights – awake inside -age thirty five again & ‘ I ‘ was around before death: hear things say.
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right on sister.. I hear ya
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I ask the same question and I find that the journey for each is as different as ya and me thus the ride is like friends departing from the party of life in separate taxis with the cellphone being the connection to the past. I went to ya family reunion and it was too much for me. The tone of the conversation was too aggressive and I bolted out and walked 5 miles in the rain 🌧! Thank ya ya post got me reflecting 🙏🐕♒️😷
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Made me think of the friends that I have lost…thanx chuq
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Nice Blog!!!
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I think a lot about my school Jenny Allan. She was the first person I really got close too. Before her I always felt friends were leaving. She had plans and moved to London after that we lost touch. Our lives are forever changing we are all races towards our final goal. I’m at the point in my life where death takes our friends and loved ones in equal measure. 😢 Enjoy the living and make new friends along the way too. 😊
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Old room mate and friend always used to say” life goes on, it never stands still”. Great poem, thank you for sharing. Also thank you for the follow.
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Great heartfelt poem. Your quote says it all… growing separately without growing apart!
Dwight
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Wow! Excellent
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That’s a wonderful poem, full of nostalgia and loss of childhood and childhood friends.
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Lovely poem I miss my friend Pratiksha❤Thank you so much for this post
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Beautiful and a very true perspective on life. It’s hard to letting go sometimes
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Beautiful poem with a sad ending. This reminded me of the Beatles’ song, ‘In My Life’.
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Such lovely and introspective writing.
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Saania, A beautiful and meaningful poem. I’m sure many of us can identify with. We share many paths with others throughout our lives. Though life provides unavoidable various reasons to separate us there is one thing we can hold on to forever. And that is our relationships have a lasting effect on one another. By you poem that lasting effect is one to be treasured. There is not much more than that, that anyone of us can hope for. To be remembered fondly.
-Alan
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very nice
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Si cambia modo di vivere, obbiettivi, si cresce, si incontrano altre vite…
I ricordi però sono importanti, quelli non ci lasciano mai.
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Just like in a play, when the stage changes there’s a change of friends. Age, a move, a change of school…
Friends have come and gone out of my life many times. Only the memory of shared moments is treasured.
The blog poem is lovely.
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Sure is– now write something called The Blog Poem
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I like your poem, it’s nice to see someone writing rhyming poetry. I have lost lots of friends and family, i have no idea why??
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Haze Ever seen horrifying pain English roots. I shell return due bootless commendare,
Looking for care prior host not even Julie Andrews could talk better of me as well, the sons name: Ison J Williams- Heard “the bane of my existence.”
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I had lost many friends some of them I didin’t see them since 13 years ago we were so young play every time together go to school together somathing that brokes me is that I don’t know where are them now😓
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A friend is a gift we give ourselves. Sadly, sometimes the gifts are returned, barely opened. Be well.
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It reminded me of one of my friends who is no longer a friend of mine.
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This poem echoes current thoughts. Thank you for this timely tribute.
‘There is a friend who sticks closer than a brother’.
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There are people who will be close in your life forever, and some who’ll be there for a time, both will be there when the time is right and no more. Bless that time! 😊
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Can relate to this, so true, we grow apart as days go by.
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Excellent poem, it really shows your heart. I have lost many friends and know too well the feelings involved.
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These thoughts really resonate with me today. I was just thinking about all these friends I once had before retiring and moving back to my hometown.
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Beautiful poem🙂
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A consoler; many; Her name was unknown.. Shot herself, Barbra or carol A.. My condolence to ither family member she was 69 yrs. of age or 96 like Meryl Streep
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I follow your blog. but don’t understand why I don’t your new posts 😦
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Soo niceee 😍😍♥️
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Lovely poem Saania..beautiful choice of quotation..
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Well-written.
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beautifully expressed.
once a friend, always a friend
even them leaving or vice versa
won’t let them tear away from our heart…
they remain etched forever.
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Indeed, once I have given my companion vow, even in my own head, we are ‘brothers in the trench’ , so to speak, with time and distance meaning so little!
People who love me, even just a bit, they help me SO much, and I cannot thank them enough. 💕
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Very lovely poem!
It relates well with almost every body.
We often grow and change locations, schools, jobs, routines, relationships…
These changes often create a distance even in communication (sometimes).
A true friend will always cherish the memories and appreciate the new realities.
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This is wonderful, Saania – so real and authentic. You have a beautiful way of writing that helps me to connect to my heart. Thank you. 🙂
Debbie
ps – isn’t it one of the greatest gifts to have a friend who stays by your side? I can definitely relate!
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Sweet poem and cool quotation.
As you pass through life you will understand better the inevitability of this, because people grow at different rates, and some make choices that you won’t and can’t agree with.
But there are always new people to bring something different and positive.
Good luck, and thank you for following Sound Bite Fiction.
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Truly ! I too had lost a closest companion and the exertion done by me to keep in contact was additionally get sat around idly
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Lovely poem. Yes, I also often wonder….”what made you go?”
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Some people are on our life for a reason, others for a season and some others for a lifetime. I like that because it help relativise when some friendships end without a reason. But it still hurts especially when you don’t know why.
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fatalistically, sw3ety.. I do reposts for ev3n honourering, life can change– ev3n No3mi Ban — It’s hard ppl tend to stear more nagitivly not just a comradery way but, just hang in there… But i still try 3ven friend wise, Not someone whose in a gross mood all the tim3 before tyde gets high
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Yes, sweetlysad, one of the tough things in life is to realise some friendships fade away with time and circumstances – especially when you are physically not in the same area anymore. Sad – but when they do last a lifetime time melts away even if you havent seen someone for a decade when you meet up 🙂
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The last 4 lines literally broke me! It really hits me hard bcz I’ve lost many important friendships in my life… Thi spoem was really deep.! ❤
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I have always been baffled why there is so much about long lasting friendships – in many ways friendship of this nature can be overrated. My opinion aside however, this was a lovely penned poem Saania, very nicely done 🙂
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Wow- so much I could say- love you all… healing is sharing
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I am sure you could, but what l mean is that not all friendships are worth carrying through the generations and many a time just because you were friends from when you were x age the friendship can not last the duration of life you live.
Whereas friendships that you form perhaps as an adult l personally think have more value to them.
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Very nice! This has been true for me as well…sometimes people grow apart. But it is definitely not always a bad thing. Just keep growing in the right direction…move forward, not back.
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