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Celebrating with Ruth Ayres and others at Discover Play Build. And it's the next to last day of April-- poetry month.
Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman. ― Virginia Woolf
TINY THINGS.
Friendship is NOT a tiny thing, but being a friend is made of tiny things. You take time even when feeling the plate is mighty full. You send a card, make a phone call, do something kind. And you listen more than talk. This poem captures a long ago memory. As a child, I really did meet friends under huge lilac bushes. There was a hollow place under which we could meet to talk, and we did create endless clubs, with rules and promises. I celebrate the friendships I had then, through the years, and now. I do think women have a special bond, and endless fun, too.
Friendship
Summer afternoons, shimmering sunshine -
playmates scurry
under cool lilac shade.
We were giggling girls in cotton dresses,
creating secret plans.
One holds a Big Chief tablet and a pencil,
reporter-in-charge.
Each whispers a rule.
and each promises a bond,
the first of many
among little girls.
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