I have seen a picture of a beautiful angel that has lost her way down the path,
She knows how to help everybody, yet her own soul needs help with the math.
Countless times she stays up late trying to help all that she can do by herself,
Sometimes her energy needs a boast because she works harder than a dozen elf’s.
She’s so talented as she makes gifts with her bare hands and tools from her heart,
Always has positive advice and fills our minds with wonders from her own art.
You can call her a hippie, a wonderful wife, a loving mother and grandmother,
She communicates well with her sister, but she can defend herself like a brother.
Most of all for me she is a friend that laughs with me and makes me often smile,
One that has listened to all of my emotions and in my shoes has walked the miles.
Don’t know how to thank her so much for holding my hand while I so much wept,
She even visited me to comfort my lost love of many years as I helplessly slept.
If I could for one precious moment just put my arms around her to let her know,
My heart went cold and back to life it came as her warmth melted the snow.
Please be my friend forever even when my lips are silent because I really care,
Friends like you cannot be duplicated since your heart of gold is very rare.