Such a Good Friend
I still recall the pretty girls. Yes, those
at school with pretty lives and pretty clothes. . .
One used to walk me home; we'd chat! Great hope
I had that we'd be friends. At recess time,
she’d leave me, though, and with her clique, skip rope.
Her social ladder I would never climb.
Years passed. That girl whose friendship I had sought
was at a class reunion. I now knew
that I was more than she had ever thought.
She still was beautiful, and I was too!
Surprising me, she smiled, then hugged me and
said, “Wow, I‘m glad to see such a good friend!”
Written by Andrea Dietrich
Inspired by Michael J. Falotico's
" I'm More Then What you Thought" Poetry Contest
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