An Etheree Expression of Love
Lis and Me
I
picture
Lis and me
In twenty years,
she, a grandma, and
I, a great-grandmother
perhaps! We’re on a warm beach.
She’s sipping juice while I’m, instead,
munching on a snack. Naturally,
we’ll be doing what we do best. . . talking.
We’ve never lacked for things to chat about:
our joys and woes, our kids and pets,
God, husbands, diets, politics,
plastic surgeries we’d hoped
to get; (If we got them,
are we now content?)
On that beach, “old”
friends we’ll be,
Lis and
me.
I wrote this back in 2008 when my best friend was this woman
named Lis. However, after 12 years of a very deep friendship,
she tossed it to the curb. I found this poem tonight in old files
of mine and was reminded of my love for her. I will always love her,
but I think the future we dreamed of will never come to be.
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