Particular Friends

I've always been particular 
about who I call friend.
In a world where strangers
can ask you to be their friend
with the click of a button,
the word has lost its meaning.
I have many people who I'm friendly with,
but there's a difference between
someone who might be a “friend from work,”
or a “Facebook,” friend,
or someone I just like to hang out with,
and the true friend who holds fast through all storms
and rejoices with you
when the world turns right again.

Just because a friendship began
at work or through the internet
doesn't mean it won't grow
to be true over time.
Quite the opposite.
I have wept many tears for dear friends
who I never had the chance to meet face-to-face;
and some of my dearest friends
are people who I worked side by side with for years.
I have friends who go back for 60 years,
and even though we may not get together
as much as we did in the old days,
when we do manage it,
it's like no time has passed at all;
solid and true, through laughter or tears—
sometimes both.
Because I have these friends,
I am never truly alone.
A true friend is a blessing,
and I have been blessed in abundance.




Elise Skidmore ©2026

8 Comments

  1. And truly most of my friends I’ve met at the different places I have worked. These people, strangers at first were the most loving and lasting friends. And I am proud to be called their friend.
    Thank you dear one, dear friend.
    Lucille

    1. Thank you, Lucille. Some of my best friends, I met at work. A few I’ve had since junior high and high school. Others, I made online when I was on staff in Compuserve’s now-defunct Writer’s forum. I did get to meet a few of those, a couple I only had the occasional phone call, and some were only via email, but they became true, dear friends, and I cried real tears when I heard they’d passed away. True friends are a treasure, and I’m rich in that regard, if nowhere else. 🙂

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