Field of Dreams

I admit it I love to write, even when I don't make sense. Writing to me, is a way for me to express myself, vent and share an opinion. Writing to me is my "Field of Dreams."

This isn't my first blog, I have written a few on other sites, but I thought I would try something new.....

In the past, while attending Rasmussen College I have wrote many short stories, and even a few poems for which some wanted to publish. 

The poems were private however, and carry a special place in my heart, because I thought I could never do it. Plus the thought of someone wanting to publish this poem, was rewarding in itself.....
What is a friend?

What is a friend? 
A friend is there for you
through thick or thin.

When times are tough,
he's by your side.

Even when your son
has died.

He puts you ahead of himself,
during your time of need.

Even sheds a tear, while 
you grieve,

Jerry was more than a friend, 
he was family.....

It's been five years April 11th,
since Jerry passed....

And the thing I do know
for sure is

the memories of our friendship
will always last.

I read a portion of this poem at his funeral
that day.....

Jerry, I will see you again in Heaven 
one day.....

This is my "Field of Dreams," as I start writing again.....