Did they have what we're looking for? They gave so much and we wanted more. We watched as we grew. We watched and we learned. We took their lesson into life and we got burned. How could we know we'd witnessed something precious and rare? Their strength and devotion and ability to care. We saw their friendship florish, both daughters, you and I. Something so strong and invincible we thought they could fly. They protected and guided each other throughout the years. They laughed and talked and dried one anothers' tears. They stood by each other in bad times and good. One always there for the other, as friends always should. Never a cross word between them, no need for amends. The lesson they taught us... the legend of friends. Now my mother is left alone and your mother is gone. The best we can hope for is that we'll carry on. R. Dawn Colette
Reason for writing:
about a year after my mom's best friend crossed-over, her daughter and I finally were able to talk about our grief.[her mother was very special to everyone she touched]One of the things we complained about was that we hadn't found a friendship that strong and felt betrayed by the few people we called friend. After I wrote this poem I recalled that before she passed she asked me to look after her daughter. We are the second generation of that friendship.
We did carry on. Written to honor our mothers.
Birth sign: Capricorn
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