brother and uncle...

WITHOUT A WORD, WITHOUT A SIGN

I love you not only for what you are,

but for what I am when I am with you.

I love you not only for what you have made

of yourself, but for what you are making of me.

I love you because you have done more than any creed

could have done to make me good, and more

than any fate could have done to make me happy.

You have done it without a touch,

without a word, without a sign.

You have done it by being yourself. Perhaps

that is what being a friend means, after all.

Anonymous