Happy for my BFF
played with his toes;
feet solidly suited,
two months old
in my BFF’s arms.
I’m getting over cold,
or as I told her,
“I’d get in her business,”
and swoop the fella
into my arms -
what a charm.
the miracle is
there are three.
my friend thought
she’d tally zero.
tangible those toes;
and the two year old
is shyer than shy,
sporting a ponytail.
the five year old
outshines;
Chucky Cheese
can’t keep up.
he will charm
the kindergarteners.
blessed is my BFF -
I smile at God winks.
*BFF - best friends forever
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