Years ago when I was grieving for my mother who had just died, I wrote the following poem to a friend who was helpful to me especially during that time:

Friendship

I felt your presence today, dear Friend.
Were  you thinking of me?
I felt  your hand on my shoulder as I cried
And I knew that it could be.
I felt your strength as I watched the grey dawn,
And your encouragement as I began my day.
Your friendship is like a part of God's spirit
That is helping me find my way.

Isn't it great that throughout life there are friends you can always count on?