Written for Poetic Bloomings "memoir project."
TRUE
FRIEND
She
is
Like
so many whom I love
Across
the ocean now
Yet
I hold her close
A
treasure of a soul-mate
That
was found
In
distant lands
Where
I survived a shipwreck
And
was a wreck myself
A
Robinson
She
wasn’t Friday to me
Just
a friend
Or
maybe both of us
Some
days were Fridays
And
other – Robinsons to one another
We
taught each other lessons
And
we learned
And
grew a bond
That’s
getting only stronger
While
we’re separated
By
such trifles
As
time, and space, and borders
She
is always
Right
here
With
me
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Tender tribute and so beautiful. I am wa-a-a-y!!! behind on those prompts but hopefully I can play catch-up soon!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Janet, it was nice: I got to write that poem on her birthday.
ReplyDeleteI've certainly noticed your not being there...maybe the next prompt will speak to you.