They say you pick your friends to be a mirror
Then I must have a side that’s warm and free
Look at me in navy skirts with parochial blouses
Long flowing skirts in flowers of spring is what she sees
For all my shyness she’s outgoing, an explorer
Where my weaknesses lie, she becomes strong
She listens to all of my words unspoken
Never judging my feelings as wrong
Underneath she’s a bowl of green jello
The smallest injustice, brings her to her knees
Though she’ll tell you she’s a crusty old lady
Inside she’s a red gingham cowgirl like me
All rights reserved. ©2009 by Sara Fryd
What a lovely tribute, Sara! That’s so sweet and gentle, I can almost feel the nature of your aunt in the words.
Oooh, look at the booooots!
What a sweet testimony to your friend. We should all be so lucky to have someone like that in our lives.
We’re even more blessed if that someone is family.
“pick your friends to be a mirror” – you just made me feel all wonderful! “red gingham cowgirl” – sweet dreams will greet me now!