When You Become My Friend
I pick up the phone and call Debbie
We are twelve years old instantly
Even though that was fifty years ago
We laugh and learn a little bit
Our history is rich with stories and fun
I tell her I have been praying for her
She says she appreciates it
She has had a triple bypass surgery
I am not finished with my phone calls of the day
I talk to my friends on speaker while I paint.
Marianne is my next call, we are besties.
Have been for over twenty-six years
I tell her stories, she tells me stories.
We laugh at the right times.
Recalling things we did and how much fun it was.
Want to meet me at a restaurant in thirty-minutes?
Heck yes! I say, and hit the road.
On the way I dial Lisa. She is one of my newer friends.
We have only known each other for four years.
But we are close.
We discovered that our relatives were named McCormick.
They came to the USA from Cork County, Ireland the same year.
We were both raised in Disciples of Christ church.
We know what Chi Rho means.
I talk to her all the way to Marianne.
When you become one of my friends, it is for life.
Like a puppy, I fall in love with our friendship
and I never let you go.
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