Coworkers

I was writing that last poem
with my car door open
right after work
In the parking lot
And my coworkers 
stopped to chat
"Im just writing a quick poem" I told them
Joann said "just now"
Cassie smiled 
"Do you want me to read it to you?" I asked
"Sure" they said
So I did
Joann said " You wrote that just now. Wow"
" I wish I could write like that."
Cassie retorted "That would take me three or four 
weeks to write. "
Joan said " Me too."
I said " Thanks guys for going on this journey with
me. I write so they won't send me to psyche ward for 
30 days. Your coworker will be gone for a little while
but she'll be back shorty they'll tell you."
Joan said " Thirty days. That wouldn't be so bad."
She said it so matter of fact yet whimsically
I said " Maybe not. Free breakfast and here's your drugs
Holly."
We all laughed at that.
They both said " We'll see you friday."
So I drove away thinking
They are probably signing the commitment papers
shortly
My coworkers that keep my insanity sane
And my boss Heather that cries with me
I'm grateful for these women, you better believe
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Allison Avatar
July 13, 2016 at 2:09 PM
Made me smile reading your poem Holly:-) Real friends help us through the bad times and are there to share the good times:-) I don't know how I'd have coped during the last 3 years if I hadn't discovered writing and had support from wonderful friends:-) hugs Jan xx
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July 13, 2016 at 2:36 PM
Reminds me of one of my favorite movies. So well written. Young guns. About Billy the kid saying when you have a few good pals you have an army or something like that. Thanks Jan
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