Friends, Non-friends

Friends

Loyal, True

Loving, Comforting, Caring

Laughter, Tears, Happiness, Sorrow

Teasing, Touching, Smiling

Hopeless, Fun

Enemies.

FRENEMY

There was one—

I thought she was my friend.

Second to none.

To unkind report of her,

I would not

One ear lend.

But she lied to me—

My closest, my friend!

And I could not,

Honestly,

Her defend.

My heart of that,

Is never free.

There was one—

I thought she was my foe.

First to shun,

I shut my eyes

My head turned away.

She tried to be

My friend.

I couldn’t know.

Patience was a virtue

I didn’t show.

Yet seeds of kindness

Did she sew

And in my heart

They began to

Grow.

The flower of friendship

Opened,

A friend

Dearer than sister

Have I now.

A past friend is my foe,

Past foe present friend.

Sea Spot

A thought came to me Suddenly—

A friend had asked me,

Perplexed,

Why women loved to hang

Seashells

In bathrooms,

Sculpted soaps on the back

Of the commode.

I had no answer;

I could not tell.

I had never thought that way.

But my mother—

I peered around

At the starfish on the wall,

The blue net hung,

And the gulls fllying

In curtains.

I could almost imagine myself

Underwater.

If only the walls

Had not been

Pink.

Cursive

Cursive is cruel to the hand
Kind to the eye
and Difficult to the brain.
Curse
the Cursive
which cramps 
my hand, 
and Spit upon the teacher
who switched my creative left
to the (supposedly) correct right!
A Curse upon Cursive!
Unless of course, 
It's typed!