We tried each other on
New best friends
Playing “Barbie” in our sixties.
A task not for the faint hearted.
She had gone on vacation summer 1965
Never returning [...]
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by Jane Penland Hoover Some ladies in black hats, and red flowered Green jackets, have a way of entering a place, making heads turn, no matter their age. Society teaches to be envious of beautiful young women, with tight [...] 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 said she had a cat named Purple… I mentioned cats didn’t come in purple. She replied, “You’ve never seen him sleeping on the roof at sunset!” How does one argue with five year old logic, Eyes that see magic at every turn? “Little Judy,” a creative, forty year old mind inhabiting a little girl’s [...] White blond hair parted on the side Belied the six year old mind Living in a fifty-nine year old body. Ocean eyes glared with anger through the rear window of a Dodge as his house faded into memory.
It takes courage to stand tall when we feel our wounds so visible worried that all will witness our pain… Courage and bravery… strength beyond words. You present yourself with such grace with such dignity, head held high turning your face to the light letting the sun warm your [...] Everyday, somewhere a child stares out a window Waiting… for Dad to come home. It doesn’t matter what kind of work he does (though a fireman or race car driver would be great). It doesn’t matter how much money he makes (though getting a new bike is better than not). [...] We sat and talked deep into the night and told each other secrets saved only for those special friends… …one shares a lifetime with in less than an hour. Where do they come from all these feelings? Talking both at once yet, hearing every word. Taking in only enough air to keep breathing, and start [...] Cat Lady in Training (courtesy of vox poetica.com) There is a young girl, a woman a neighbor near you who takes care of little creatures. Birds with broken wings… lost children, broken hearts Cats that have no homes need food or shelter for a day, a week, forever… She is you, [...] Staring back… I see a face in the mirror, Her face, not mine. How could that be my face I was just 16, I was just 23, I was just 32… When did time disappear? When did that face in the mirror become hers not mine? When did her face meld with mine? When did [...] |
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