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Once I had that one friend
That made me feel as if,
I was an old chunk of iron.
Magnetized me stiff.
Couldn’t wait to hear,
The comic lava flow.
Flowing from her lips,
Volcanic talent show.
Laughing until our ribs,
Couldn’t take no more.
We’d somehow wind up,
Sprawled out onto the floor.
Shopping was our contact sport,
We’d avoid all kinds of hypes.
Bargain’s found, she’d wear hers,
Like a tiger wears his stripes.
I would have never wanted,
To tame that friend of mine.
Inside she suffered deeply,
So, the outside had to shine.
I’m still plain old vanilla.
My mind and body slowed.
But, I know there in heaven,
Sweet Elaine is rocky road!
What a glorious ode to a beautiful friend Vicki! I love the comparisons you made and the line, "She'd wear hers, like a tiger wears his stripes" Wonderful writing!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Carrie
ReplyDeleteThis is such a gorgeous tribute to your friend, Vicki 💞
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sanaa.
Deletesome people are just that - "larger than life" - and we think we're "dull" in comparison; which of course isn't the truth - but they tend to bring out the best or better sides of ourselves ... even if they are suffering on the inside of themselves ... and clearly, your friend was one of these people; it is always good to honour these memories, and perhaps, to dare just a little from time to time, step into your own "stripes" with a smile in your heart and a silent "thank you" to them;
ReplyDeletea wonderful way to remember and share your thoughts about such a friend Vicki
Thank you, Pat. Wonderful thoughts you shared with me.
DeleteA great tribute to your stripe wearing friend. But then, there is nothing wrong with vanilla. It is my favorite ice cream flavor. I frequently make this at home - rich and luxurious and full of vanilla seeds and cream. You had one of those rare friends who taught you a lot. I am glad she knew you.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your kind words today, Toni. She really did, I think in hindsight more than anything she taught me to be a kinder person, because you never know what someone is going through. I love vanilla too. :)
Delete"Shopping was our contact sport" I can practically hear the two of you laughing, preparing to attach awesome sale together. I bet every angel is taking tips from your friend--angel do like their sparkles.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Magaly. It would be just like her.
DeleteSuch a lovely poem. Was wonderful reading abt your friend. Great friends are a blessing in life. have a good day
ReplyDeleteThank you, Anya. Happy you enjoyed it.
DeleteI've been lucky enough to have those fierce sorts of friends. They empower the warrior princess inside me too. May she roar ever louder in the afterlife!
ReplyDeleteOh, shopping is a contact sport. I can picture the two of you hitting the sales rack. This is fun. This is friendship. This is celebration. Love your poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Susie. Happy you liked it.
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