Wednesday, December 2, 2009


Birds of a Feather

Flying high, soaring to new heights
Floating on the breeze
Drifting together, flying apart
Enduring the Storms of Life
Each supported by mate and flock

Each strong in her own way
Each growing, supporting her family
No matter their ages, they come together
Once per year, same time, same place
To renew, to rejuvenate, to bond

Coming together as they have for many years
Admitting new ones to the flock
Even if they don’t stay, they remain in the hearts
Each brings her own particular piece

Each with her wisdom and love
In this way, the group is like a flock of birds
This reminds us of the time
Of companionship, of laughter
And most of all of love

Love that ensures all
Love that lasts years, happiness and tragedy
Love that fulfills a basic need for each of us
Love given and taken freely and equally
Love that will never die.

I am going to spend the weekend with some of my oldest friends.  I mean they were my MOM's friends from Junior High and have known me all my life.  I can't wait!

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  1. What wonderful connections. I see it even in the pictures. Have a great weekend.

  2. ha. sounds like are in store for a fun weekend! friends mean so much to our lives....happy tt!

  3. "Drifting together, flying apart" That's what I have been trying to say about friends. You seemed to have managed to say it so well and with a graceful simplicity. Happy TT.

  4. What a great way to hear stories of your Mom! -jayne

  5. Enjoy your visits. I'm sure you'll have more wonderful poetry to share on your return.

  6. The oldest friendships are so rich with memories, aren't they?

  7. Crazy chicks. I get together with three of my besties once or twice a year and its a blast!


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