For Claire
November 24, 2009 at 11:32 pm 2 comments
We are a pair of kindergartners
who now step into classes
that do not use craft partners.
We have learned how to grow and how to live young
though we are on the bottom wrung.
I love the scars on which we cannot place a date,
love the ironies this world creates.
We forgive the cuts and scrapes of past mistakes
and have learned to swim through tides of joy and pain.
Just like we swam on Swim Day in kindergarten,
we go with friends whose love is never meek.
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Carol Penhorwood | January 3, 2010 at 2:33 am
I really love your phrasing, “We forgive the cuts and scrapes of past mistakes…”! Great imaging here!
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suzanne | January 29, 2010 at 9:02 pm
what a great friendship you two must have. you write with an old soul.