From America to Paris

A treasured friendship

I met her long ago
Summer hair, eyes of blue.
drawn to her,
she was drawn to me too.

Horseback rides
swimming pools
party's and boys
riding to school.

Long talks at night
no one else ever knew
girly secrets
we had one or two.

Trying to remember
what we were about
our magnetic friendship
more in than out.

She walked with stealth
a purebred heart
seemed alone in the world
with her "wits" and her "smarts".


We warmed up to laughter
mischievous at times
two loners together
next drawing our lines.

The best thing about us
we understood each other
without words we knew...
we just knew one another.

A unique kind of friend
who I'll always cherish
I miss my Monica
from America, to Paris.

Reviews

[Anne]

Sounds like a beautiful friendship. Your writing is soft and subtle but powerful and engaging.

[Gypsy Dreamer]

Thank you, that is a nice complement.

[Antoñyo]

Extraordinarily tender and heartfelt piece that speaks of a gifted (and rare) friendship.
Thanks for sharing.

[Gypsy Dreamer]

I appreciate your words. She is one of a kind.