Friend

Jane was lost in the woods And Ann waited for years The sun was scorching above And feet embedded in cruel mud. She waited for Jane, her friend Because she told her to wait And she waited with gray hair Misted eyes,morphed fingers. seasons changed indifferently Cloud obscured her face Water was dripping from leaky heart Freckled bones crackled. She was turned into a tree And became part of the forest The best one, my daughter said To her little friend in red skirt. NEW POEMS ONLY - 2 - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Emile Pinet 02nd May, 2018