by Jane M. Wallace
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
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If we are very lucky, at least once in our life, we'll meet a person who turns out to be a forever friend. Someone who, encourages us, stands by us and always has time for us. Someone who, believes in us and makes us feel ever so special. I was lucky enough to meet such a person. I love her dearly and wrote this poem for her. I don't think she would mind, if I share it with you.
As we sat on a swing,
by the lake in early May.
My friend and I spoke,
of many things that day.
While the gentle breeze blew
and a bird sang her song.
We discussed our unique lives,
of things right, or wrong.
Watching the water flow,
over an old fallen tree.
Mary talked about her desires,
what she would do and be.
Looking at the Water Lilies,
far across the lake.
I spoke of my own life
and the path, I should take.
And every now and then,
as water birds made their dives,
we voiced our many concerns,
over our children's, troubled lives.
A turtle would often swim by,
as we joked about how men behave.
Wives want love and devotion.
Husbands want to, rant and rave.
Sometimes in the sky of blue,
a fluffy white cloud would pass.
There we sat talking about our jobs
and sipping, from our glass.
All along the lake were trees,
with their branches stretching wide.
At times, Mary and I laughed
and at other times, we cried.
Fishermen cast from the grassy bank.
Still we were deep in conversation.
Discussing our plans for the future,
resolving many a tribulation.
Yes, two friends passing the time away,
in a swing, by a shallow country lake.
Each listening and giving some advise.
Happy to be there, for the other's sake.
Jane M. Wallace
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|Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson
|Dear Janie, Thankyou for the beautiful poem you wrote for me . I miss you so much my dear friend. I miss our talks, our special lunches, and the poems you used to read to me. I even miss giving you report at work. There is a saying,,"Distance never seperates hearts that really care", and that says it all.. I wish we could turn back the hands of time and relive that gloriuos day by the lake. God Bless you my friend.........M|
|Reviewed by Sue Hess
|wonderful tribute to an amazing friend from the sound of this poem|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Indeed. You are blessed to have a friend in Mary; excellent dedicatory poem for her!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.