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Happy Friendship Day!

She was the first one to look me into my eyes,
A smile and a tear together appeared on her face,
She taught me to be patient, good and kind,
She was the first friend I ever embraced.

He taught me to be strong, to stand on my own feet,
He taught me that back then, and yet teaches me the same,
He taught me how I was the best but still could improve,
He was the first friend to call me by my name.

She was the first one I cried to when Mom yelled at me,
She was the one who thought I was prettiest of them all,
She taught me to love animals, and humans all alike,
She was the first friend who saw me crawl.

He was the first one I knew who loved to read,
He was one who saw my first tooth break,
He taught me how to ride, read and swim,
He was the first friend who left and made my heart break.

She was crying too when I entered school that first day,
The last day, t'was her hug that made me cry the most,
She taught me a good friend could heal better than time,
She was the first best friend of whom I could boast.

She took my unwilling hands from my mother's,
And led me into an unfamiliar new room,
She taught me how to learn and live away from home,
She was the first friend to see my talent bloom.

He looked at me from across the room,
His twinkling and soft eyes made my heart melt,
He taught me that I was unique and beautiful,
He was the first friend, for whom these feelings I felt.

Friends are not just people like us, with us or our age,
They're people whose presence and company alter your way,
They teach you to give them a huge space in your heart,
And to all these darlings of mine, A very happy friendship day!

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