Dear Friend...

You have stayed with me through my transitions
For each time I died and rose back again
It felt like a new world
One that I did not recognize its inhabitants
But your voice sounded just the same.

And through all of my life stages
There were traces of you
Supporting in all of my acquisitions
With our timely rites of passage
Brother and brother, hand in hand.

You urged me on when I was down
When I had my head buried in thigh
Hiding my many faces of shame and doubt
With a love that had no condition
You took me up and affirmed me with a crown.

You are the bridge
Between my old and new worlds
The tall tree with sturdy branches
I am thankful dear friend
For the naïve child of yesterday,
Has become a sage today.