Wednesday 8 June 2022

Childhood Friends

Childhood friends to whom you were tied at the hip cast a long spell. Here is a little poem for one of those.

For you

She'd always say,"Me and her,"

chin up, shoulders back,

and the tale that followed

featured bold imagination

and great daring-hers not mine.

The last time I saw her

sitting in a wheelchair

at her own mother's funeral

she was regaling an audience

with a tale about homework-

mine, not hers, but copied by her.

"They gave me an F and her an A,"

she complained with a chuckle.

"Just goes to show," she added.

She'd had good innings, "No regrets,"

hers not her mother's-

she told me that day.

"But do you remember the time...?"

I didn't.

She never forgot.

She'd have made a great chronicler

if she hadn't been so busy

living her life....

In joyous memory of Ethna

Copyright 2022 Cathy Leonard All rights reserved

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