My Best Friend Poems

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A pillow-garden, soft and warm

Is where my wife sleeps, all night long 

Among the cotton hills, a vale

From which, each night, my friend sets sail

And travels through her dreams, somewhere...

(sometimes, she says, she's seen me there!)

While I've been in a different place...

(a dream-land, where I've seen her face!)

I prefer the simple plane

Stretched out flat, where I have lain

Just one hill, beneath my head

A field of sheet across me, spread

I imagine stars above

The rolling haven where my love

Lies dreaming in a world where she

Wiles away the night with me

And in my prairie-land, I, too

Share dreams of her, where we can view

The twinkling blue-white stars above

Full of pillow-garden love...

An arabesque, a whimsical pose

One foot on a pedal, the little girl rose

And coasted along, that sunny day

Down the hill, on Deborah Way

Gliding, finding happiness

Her thought? A ballerina dress...

What a wonderful way for a girl

On her blue Schwinn bike, to take a whirl!

Then she stowed the bike away

Later, finding, one nice day,

On finishing her fine career

Last day of the last school year,

Someone asked "How does it feel?

She replied "A bit unreal...

At home, not stuck behind a desk...

Like a Schwinn and an arabesque!"

You said goodbye that autumn day

Upon the sand beside the sea

Your father’s mem'ry there to lay

In rest, from this life, finally free

The sunset gleamed, a last pink glow

A seabird hovered overhead

A park bench beckoned "Rest," you paused

And then as evening sky turned red

You listened to the waves play on

And on, all up and down the shore

Relentless til all trace was gone

And ashes swirled in surf, no more

And in the end, I think we learn

The purpose of it all, and find

The strength, and hope, and grace, unearned

To leave unanswered cares behind

So come with children to the sea

And watch them play along the sand

With wind and waves, running free,

And there you’ll feel God’s gentle hand

There is a stem with a red, red rose

Years later, a deep shade of purple shows

Where once the color was vivid, and live,

the stem with a red, red rose

There is a stem with a red, red rose

Where it came from, one girl knows

On the shelf, she keeps it safe,

the stem with a red, red rose

There is a stem with a red, red rose

The hand that held it, I suppose

Belongs to the girl who keeps it there, 

the stem with a red, red rose

There is a stem with a red, red rose

It has no vase, no card, no bows

Given once as a memory,

the stem with a red, red rose

There is a stem with a red, red rose

She said goodbye to childhood woes

When she laid it on a table top,

the stem with a red, red rose

There is a stem with a red, red rose

Like all of life, with thorns it grows

Together, measures pleasure and pain,

the stem with a red, red rose

There is a stem with a red, red rose

The summer fragrance comes and goes

And years, the same, and lifetimes, too,

like the stem with a red, red rose

There is a stem with a red, red rose

Almost like a moment that froze

A time of goodbye, and a time of hello,

the stem with a red, red rose

There is a stem with a red, red rose

A moment that a woman chose

To see a blossom, full of hope,

the stem with a red, red rose

There is a stem with a red, red rose

Where the wind of future blows

She's ready for a bright new day,

with a stem and a red, red rose

I met a girl in the wood, far away from home,

and wondered to myself what caused a girl like her to roam

She told me that she'd always been a child of the sea

No ropes could tie her down; she was destined to be free

And then she shared a story that told about her life

A crazy quilt of love, but on the flip side, full of strife

A journey in a poem, with rhythm and a rhyme

A comic, tragic song, marked by the passing time

"I've always been a girl scout, and I've always found my way"

Said she, "I pay attention to the path by light of day

And then I build a fire, and tend it through the night

To keep the campsite safe and warm; embers burning bright"

"I've always been a dancer, and I've always liked the flair

Of hands and feet aswirl as dancing music fills the air

The twists and turns reflect real life, and keep me on my toes

Hoping for an encore as the final curtains close"

"I've always been a mother, and kept my children near

And wrapped my arms around them, to keep them safe from fear

Hidden in a hollow tree, a warm and cozy nest

Tending to my family in the way that I do best"

"So you roam for the adventure, and the freedom fix?," said I

"And hence we meet here in the woods, is that the reason why?"

'Yes, partly that, but even more, it's all about a plan

To make the world a better place, perhaps you understand?"

"I've always had a needle, and I've always worked with thread

And conjured clothes and blankets, and crafts within my head

Colors, textures, beauty, but above all, comfort first

Daily, in the beauty of my fabric world, immersed"

"I've always made up nonsense words, when dictionaries fail

And there isn't any phrase, to fit the need, that isn't stale

When I take the time, and search the book, and find there isn't one

I fill the empty place up with a new word, one that's fun!"

"I've alway liked to cook, I fill the air with fragrant spice

And turn the oven on, the warmed up kitchen feels so nice

But mostly it's the family in my heart, that I can see

Sitting round the table, sharing dinner time with me"

And as the years have wandered by, I still think of the wood

Where long ago, as I recall her story, she once stood

Who found adventure, freedom, and a way to make the world

A safer, better place - what a brave and lovely girl!

Love like Texas days

Who could forget

The heat, the sweat

That summer day, our wedding

Those Fort Worth years

Smiles and tears

No youthful whims regretting

We loved like hot Texas days...

Love like the green leaves of Rochester

Children came

The family game

Our garden planted, grew

Dug sturdy tracks

Wind at our backs

And every day was new

We loved like the green leaves of Rochester...

Love like the hills of Connecticut

Soft and round

Onward bound

To a wiser phase of life

Old stone walls

And waterfalls

A husband and a wife

We've loved like the hills of Connecticut...

Love like hills and waterfalls

Kids have grown

Now on their own

And they have children, too

An endless track

Life circles back

Over and over, yet new

We love like hills and waterfalls...

Love everywhere we've ever been

Texas days, Rochester green

With wonderful days in between

We loved, we laughed, we grew

We live here in Connecticut now

Older, yes, but still somehow

We've found youth again, who knew

We'd find love everywhere we've ever been...