~ ONCE ONE ~
From noon to one
a special hour
this year
Often a poem for lunch
in celebration of
a new creation
One hour
two friends
one young; one old
One gift in blossom
delicate
yet sure
One heart remembering
what passing
years endure
Two friends; once one
move out into their separate worlds
and sing!
From noon to one
a special hour
this year
Often a poem for lunch
in celebration of
a new creation
One hour
two friends
one young; one old
One gift in blossom
delicate
yet sure
One heart remembering
what passing
years endure
Two friends; once one
move out into their separate worlds
and sing!
-JoMae
Written 2/1/1989 at 1:15pm after one of many such lunches with my daughter during her senior year of high school. Early dismissal for her part time job followed a writing class she loved. Writing was a hobby we both loved.
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