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I heavily recall two times when I had made you cry, Both of which bewildered and moved me My response was that of disbelief, and regret And never, upon recalling, Have I felt more of the need to address these moments We were young, certainly, tied together by our imaginations, Our wit, and artful talents, You, an adept, musically inclined, And I musically aroused It seemed such a normal day that my guards were broken, And I freely blabbered, As I would to a sibling, or my favorite play thing We had known each other for a while, And I deemed it right to show my all You shared your favorite toys with me, And I made it my signature, in my goofy ways, To disperse each play session stirring your mind So that you may laugh, and I may laugh too I remember the living room, Sitting on the light brown carpet floor And Grandma, for I considered her my grandma too, Contented on the couch, enjoyed our giggles, and smiled, While she read her weekly romance novel I always wondered the reason for her reading, And how she might receive pleasure in such a simple thing as Attending to our nonsensical trifles We played with our stuffed animals, Hers was a white, fluffy bear with sophisticated clothes And mine, an alligator, naked, and morose looking I thought it would stir more laughter if, In contrast to the kind, gentlemanly bear, The alligator would respond in grumpy exclamations, Even insult, if he were pushed too far to conform For as the gentlemanly bear insisted upon conversing with the alligator, Having tea with him and discussing matters of interest, The alligator’s response, frank and cold was soon drawled to, “No, no, no, I do not want to!” Having repeated such a phrase a couple times, I saw that it resulted in her laughing, So, repeating the phrase, I meant to conjure more fits of joy, However, after the third repeat, she suddenly stopped, The insistent gentleman was speechless In a strange pause I stared at my friend, Watching her pink cheeks pale, And her eyes water with sudden tears I squeezed the alligator, almost cursing it instead of myself, Watching her and wondering what had caused this sadness and pain She turned away from me, and cried, Getting up quickly, embarrassed, and darting into her room Grandma seemed understanding, And this bewildered me even more Surely, I had done something awful, Making my closest friend cry, And surely, a lecture was soon to put in me in my place Instead though, she apologized to me, And told me not to worry, that she would be just fine Though never, being the friend pleaser that I was, Did I feel more awful, and more worrisome I thought of what I might do to make her feel better, As Grandma walked down the hall and entered her room I thought perhaps, she would want me to go home, So I got up, stuffed my bag with my things, And waited at the door, Rehearsing in my mind a thousand apologies She returned out of the room, Saying nothing, but motioning me to the floor with the toys I obeyed her, never more guarded and thoughtful in my life, And we resumed our play session The alligator had took a turn to being quite the sweet chap And realized that the gentlemanly bear was not as annoying And bossy as he first thought, That he only needed a friend to talk to Someone kind and understanding The second instance was in a later year Dear Grandma was away in a separate apartment Her father was frequently at the house, A quiet, but nice man, Always retreating to the back room Whenever we entered the house for lunch or to retrieve a doll Despite his kindness, his reserve slightly intimidated me, And the few times he addressed me Were always awkward, and thankfully, short We were more inclined to outside activities those days, Roleplaying, sporting, and running about, I the servant and she the princess I did not much mind the role of the servant, As I had many quirks, And nothing too great was expected of me We often, befriended despite our opposite positions, Would sit at the swing set and converse together As equals, almost, The princess gaining from the servant wit and adventure, And the servant, gaining from the princess, Patience, poise and simplicity But our session was long over as I heard the call from her father, And we both sighed, and ran into the house My mother had come to pick me up, And her father, gently, led me to the front door, With the usual, “See you later!”, And, “It was good to see you again!” My friend, happy in countenance, bid me goodbye, Smiling, though pale, once again It did not occur to me at the time, That she was on the brink of tears And as I got into the car, As we pulled out of the driveway, I saw the look of sadness and despair on her face Her eyes… they splashed on me grief She was staring at me, tears running down her face, Her body quivering, standing at the curb I could barely make out from the muffle of the car, The sound of her crying out, Just as her father stormed outside, dragging her away, “Ashly, what the f*** is wrong with you!!!??” And we drove away, my face plastered to the window, Thinking to myself, “What have I done?” I was so confused, So sad, and so strangely angry To see her father drag her in that way Though I wondered, perhaps, I had faulted her once more That in me leaving, she took it as a rejection, And I felt it my duty to be near her again, To assure her that I was always her servant And she was always the princess I could not, if I wanted to, Revert to the mindless alligator again, And, like her father, disregard her enigmatic feelings, As well as her insistent need for affection and kindness I vowed I would always provide her with my best So that only smiles and laughter animated her delicate being To be a friend pleaser—yes, that is what I am, Requires more of self, to even enhance oneself, To build up the deprived, To change perspective, And change character, And in turn, serve selflessly, For to gain the thrill of happiness From a more than worthy companion, Is, for me, to gain the world
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