We meet up every year or so,
when she's in town,
at a McDonalds with our kids.
We sit and talk,
catching up on the news in our lives,
reminiscing over past successes,
weeping for lost friends and family,
laughing to tears about new and old funny stories.
Looking at us,
two 40-something women,
you'd never guess we were once 11-year-old friends,
riding the same bus to the other side of town (to end segregation),
excited about high school and dances and boys,
taking chances, speeding all over town, looking for fun,
18-year-old college students,
two small ants in a big university ant hill far from home,
pregnant with our firstborn babies and due within days of each other,
crying together over heartbreak and loss, sorrows and struggles,
attending our 20 year high school reunion in style,
knowing more, understanding more, believing more;
amazed at what life has brought us.
Copyright 2011 Corrina L. Terry
Photo credit: McDonald's
This poem is dedicated to my dear friend, Jen Cory Alvey. I hope to add to this poem with 50 more years of experiences! :o) Thanks for all you've done for me. :o)