This is a poem for an old childhood friend. She's been giving me a Christmas and birthday gift every year and I haven't given her either for 3 years. Pam's been so very bad! Shameless! So I wrote this poem as the beginning of a line of handmade gifts for her. I'm so sorry Sherry! But here's the poem:
when i first met you
you were a silent child
and our beady eyes stared
while thoughts began to pile
but one thing for sure
that I certainly never knew
was that you were to be my dearest friend
and so forth through and through
we would have birthday parties
and make flower chains
we would lay in your hammock
in your company, I'd feel no pain
and the years would pass
and I might know less of you
but you are my dearest friend
and it will continue through and through
we may grow up and get a job
and marry some guy--or not
we may have kids or none at all
or end up selling pot
then one day, we'll be old
and finally end up dying too
but before that last moment dies away
i'll remember my dearest friend,
forever through and through.
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