Friends For Life
Satchels at the ready, two young girls to
School they go, new friends, these sweet dears
Are heaven sent, their zest for lift a spiritual sound,
Without pause they chatter away, a band of
Friends they play till dark before the call, to come on in.
She falls with a teary cry, sore, we pick her up
With hand on shoulder, caring by nature, “Are you alright?”
And their sisterly love the bonding tie.
We shadow their safety on hands and feet,
In a hurry ‘Chop, Chop’ she calls with a cheeky smile,
With panting breath, and an aching back, our fun runs dry,
Rambling away her story begins, with waving hands and
Claps of joy, her fading voice shares a giggle.
Keen as bees they rush around, eager to please
And prone to bicker they stand their ground.
Eyes wide, head down she is eager to read
For books, sweet passions indeed, they love
These dreamy stories of make believe, with
Ears open to the voices around, they listen
Quietly and we hear no sound.
Fearless, she talks it straight, her honest
Thoughts are pointed of no remorse, turned
On head our words return a bite.
Up and down they bounce, with waving arms and
Puffing cheeks, higher and higher, as she peers
With pride over the fence. The trampoline takes two,
Up and down they play a game with shrieks, hollers
And laughter, their weary smiles, red in colour.
These are memories we think to tell and
The precious times we hold most dear.
Copyright © mark palmer | Year Posted 2018