Sometimes I’m a friend you want to greet

Other times I’m that friend you’d rather not meet

I swim in your tears

I ride on your smile

I whisper in your ear

and chase away your fears

I wasn’t born on loose leaf pages

but birthed

by a heart pregnant with grief or joy

This is how it’s been through the ages

I spread sound where I can

and bring comfort when silence is mute

You’ll only call me by name

when your heart says



© Vivian Zems

Poets and Storytellers United- Tribute