Our Friendship
by Jessica L.H. Stanfield
Wednesday, April 09, 2003
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I wrote this thinking of my favorite high school friends, Michelle, Cindy, and Jennifer. I dedicate it to all of them because, in each of their own special ways, they personify friendship by touching my life the way they have, and will. |
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Our Friendship
On that splendid day
when our paths first crossed,
I was a differnt me;
and you, a different you.
Younger and more naive,
but we were invincible!
Inseperable as the sand from the sea,
we, with our wildest wishes
kept secret between us,
told tons of secrets,
and ate ice cream for breakfast!
We knew the meaning of friendship;
at least we thought so back then.
But time spins tales of boyfriends and babies,
stressful jobs and college degrees,
and we are the characters
who grow up together,
and miles apart,
in the twisting, turning tale of our friendship.
Each day, a new page is written,
in each of our stories,
and though our tales are seperate,
and we, seperated
by the ocean's mighty waves,
in every chapter of my life's story,
my tale to tell the young ones,
as I sit, sipping lemonade,
on an old, rickety, porch swing,
you name will appear again and again
in bold, black, letters.
Because our friendship is apart of my past,
my present, and my future.
In losing our friendship,
I would certainly lose part of myself.
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