I made a new friend this summer
You think it would have been easy
And have happened a long time ago
But no
We have a lot in common
And we even spend time doing the same things
But there has always been a distance
Until this instance
I spent time at home with her
And watched her shift furniture
She put her treasures on display
Herself to convey
She let go of less important things
And cleared some shelves
And opened some windows
Washed pillows
Her social calendar lost its central position
And she welcomed the blank days
When it was only us both
Room for growth
Now she can lie in bed
Or stand in the shower
And I don’t have to talk her through it
Misconstrue it
I was happy to feed her
Food not the enemy
She shied from run-of-the-mill
Even sat still
I made a new friend this summer
I hope to keep the ties strong
You can have one guess who, or two, or three
It was me
- Author: jo ( Offline)
- Published: August 26th, 2021 05:15
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
It always surprises me to hear some folk do not like their own company. i made good pals with me long long ago in short pants.
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