Wednesday, September 28, 2011

My Friend

My friend, she listens and talks
Talks and listens
Sharing, filling in, laughing
A joke about parenthood, the trials of four
It pokes our funny bones
Spectacularly and darkly amusing
She knows cuckoo
and thinks I am not it
Or maybe only a bit, in the most comforting way
A world without the cuckoo would be
a world in which the mystery had gone
And nobody wants a sure thing.
My friend has clear eyes
and I look into them fearlessly
Knowing what I see
and not minding what she sees
There may be surprises but not disappointment
never that
For what lies inside we have always known
Though the current and present reminders are
and always
a Joy.

with love

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