Last April, I took part in a poem a day competition. This was one of the assignments. Was looking for something to post today. This is it. Happy Birthday, Sandi. It’s tomorrow.
Day 9 Memory Poem
At the oddest of times I’ll think of her.
My long lost best friend.
“Thank You for Being a Friend”, JD Souther
On the radio, and suddenly, it’s sunny days
In the park, laughing, the future wide open
In front of us, while we stretch our legs
In the sun, hoping to catch the guys
With the football’s attention.
Or, some grainy, half-faded photograph
Reminds me of the ones I never look at anymore,
The ones where we’re hung-over, stoned,
Goofing for the camera, forever young.
There’s a wild look in our eyes in those pictures
That I don’t like to be reminded of anymore.
Thirty years under our wings, kids, husbands,
Shattered dreams, angry words, salty tears.
Fifteen years since we last spoke and still,
Whenever there’s something important to say
It goes out to her, hoping, in my coward’s heart,