My Dearest Childhood Friend Poem by Jennifer Batch

I am who I am; I will not bend nor change in a manner
Swaying with the direction of the wind to suit another
Having learned from my past, from my mistakes
I intend to remain true to myself
Growing in strength, alas, I am happy
I need not anyone else give me that
For it is something that comes from deep within
Daily my spirit doth grow in strength
When I stumble, when falling flat upon my face
I know I have substantial strength to carry on
To hold my head up ever so high
Whilst staring in the face of vast adversity
And thus this prayer I pray for thee
Along with love and blessings
May they always be bestowed upon thee;
My dearest childhood friend