Poem for Elsie Friend of my childhood hopscotch and skipping ropes shuffling our patent leather sandals through crackling russet maple leaves picking plump white clover blossoms and making chains to crown our hair dreamy days and dripping towels on sun-scorched beaches peanut butter sandwiches on sandy blankets spending our entire allotment of golden summers Friend of my girlhood sleeping together in your bedroom with the violet-flowered wall paper giggling our dreams and fantasies late into the night hours on the telephone (Guess who took me home last night?) Throughout our dancing years Friend of my prime years although we went away on separate paths they often crossed and always through the years we kept in touch, bringing up-to-date the chapters of our Life Book on our Christmas Cards And now you make your pathway on another plane where All-That-Is exists in timeless space for you a new dimension where you write your chapters in a different book, upon a larger page beyond horizon of my earthbound vision but Somewhere, still my friend ~~~Daphne Wilson . |
March |
