Childhood Friend Poem

Hi! my name is Lauren Manning. I will soon be a senior at Wills Point High School. I wrote this poem for an assignment in AP English. This poem is true; me and my best friend Lacey met in day care when we were three years old. Another girl in day care yanked a book out of Lacey's hand and made her cry and that is how our friendship began!! Truly, my life would not be the same without her and I am grateful to God for her.

Friendship: One Of God's Greatest Gifts

© Lauren Manning
I was the young age of three,
and oh, so very small.
I knew almost nothing,
nothing at all.

When I saw a cute little girl,
shaking with fear.
All along in the corner
with her eyes full of tears.

I thought to myself,
I'll go be her friend.
So I went over to her
and touched her sweet little hand.

I said to my new friend,
"Do you want to play?"
My new friend said, "yes,"
and her tears went away.

It's been fifteen years now
and our friendship's still strong
I can hardly believe
we been best friends this long.

As I went to her that day
I was the angel to be.
How could I have known
that God sent her to me?

But, angels need two wings
if they don't want to sit and just rest,
So, God combined both our wings
to show us were blessed.

We can't thank him enough
for his gift of kindness and love
We are both each others angels
sent from heaven above!




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Published: Sep 2008

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  • This was a great poem and I hope you go far in the future! keep being friends! x

    Sam Submitted 6/8/2012
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  • I think this was beautiful, and I'm eleven! My friend and I had this exact experience.
    Thank you for this amazing poem.

    Hayley MacDonald Submitted 9/10/2012
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