All the world’s comprised of friendships.
We are never alone.
Every man, woman, and child has one person, in which they depend upon,
for comfort, for joy, for friendship.
For a man, it may be his dog.
For a woman, it may be her children.
For a child, it may be a teddy bear.
As for me, it was a horse by the name of Charlie Brown.
We were the best of friends, a perfect team.
True, I’ll admit, he was as stubborn as a mule.
He was old, pale hairs were easily shown on his red coat.
Nevertheless, I was forced to ride him. There was no other for me.
All other horses were taken.
Everyone who came to Charlie’s stall was given an ignore.
Charlie bit all who came by.
Coward was he, afraid of his own reflections.
Charlie through me off several times, and I was mad.
I was as angry as a bull. Everyone hated him and so would I.
I had learned to manage him better than anyone else could, but I still hated him.
Then the time of troubles came.
I was upset, sad, and frustrated.
I cried by his stall with nowhere else to go.
This is when Charlie peered out of the stall.
I stared at him in awe, for he ignored all.
I embraced him, throwing my arms around his neck. I felt him embrace me back.
And as I cried, I whispered my secrets.
I whispered them all.
I whispered them to Charlie right there in his stall.
I was happy, no longer sad,
for my new best friend and I were a team, a pair, as two peas in pod.
I kept his secrets and he kept mine.
From there on, we became simply divine.
We rode and we rode, and I felt his strength.
As he strengthened me, I strengthened him.
No more falling off. No more bucks or bites.
Everyone was amazed at the wonder of us.
We were the perfect pair of friends.
I was proud I rode him.
Our paths may have parted, but I will never forget him, my Charlie.
Now I understand, what had made him so bland,
for as he loved me, I loved him.
I was the only one who truly loved him.
Why did I have to be the one to receive an old horse?
How come other girls received young fillies and colts?
Then, I did not know, yet now, I know why.
God had a plan. He used something as simple as a horse to strengthen me.
I miss him, but I’m sure he’ll be
my great, wonderful, charming Charlie Brown for everyone indeed.