Laura Breidenthal Poet Narrative

Each Visit

*I wrote this one a while ago, dedicated to a very dear friend of mine...I had almost forgotten about it until I came across it in a random notebook*

I walked into the house on Arkansas Street
And felt an immediate sweep of welcome
It was the first time of many visits that
I remember the excitement in her eyes
I remember her smile and her warmth
After introducing me to her sister, 
We sat in the living room with cheer
As shy as I was, I felt at home
I felt received and at ease
She is my friend, and how close we have become
We know many more times are to be shared

Her mom was sweet and kind…
She worked on dinner as we played video games
Then my friend guided me into her room
And there she shared an imagination I never knew
I was in love with this girl—her mind
In a way that bonded me to her forever
It was a love so exciting and innocent
That felt no need for physical touch
I was saturated in her light—her art
And I never wanted to leave her side
Her art was where my heart belonged

Since the first day I walked into her house
I knew what we have is very special
Even now I look back at that day
And remember all the happiness and laughter
It is the love of friendship that makes me whole
And the art surrounding us comes to life
Lighting up our minds and hearts

As we join hands and as we touch
I am surprised at how much we have grown
And that excitement has never left my soul
I know each new visit sparks so much more

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John Fleming November 23, 2014 at 1:45 PM How very sweet! It is a happy, fun poem that speaks optimistically of the future...i found it positively refreshing! :)

Poet Destroyer A October 7, 2014 at 5:45 PM Hello, Laura, I miss reading your poetry. Hopefully next month is a better month for me. I can never pick up where I left off on. Thank you for the many kind comments. You sure made my day. I've been struggling with life these days. Thank you for sharing this story, your friend seems to be special. She sure captured your loyal soul, right away. Always LINDA

Justin Bordner October 6, 2014 at 9:52 PM A rare love is always conceived in the heart of creativity Laura. You know love is real when it keeps you excited about art and life. This poem is so pretty in it's innocence Laura...J.A.B.