Patricia Dennis, Santa Clara Branch
We were young girls
playing hop scotch
sneaking into forbidden rooms
trying on the jewels of our mothers
and dressing up in their gowns
With skirts held high above our knees
we would twirl and swirl around
landing only for a brief second
just long enough to strike a saucy pose
With hands on our hips we would wiggle our derrières
Then turn around tilting our heads this way and that
Puckering our lips and blowing silent kisses
We’ll never be old! We would cry
Always young at heart and
meeting adventures head on
We gave nary a thought of what lay beyond
Years later, children grown, husbands gone, I see you again
We cry in unison, Where have you been!
Our minds flicker to when we stopped trying to stay in touch
when other needs and wants filled the space.
A silent prayer of gratitude for here we are again.
No longer youthful, no longer slim. The years have added wisdom to our faces.
Giggling and laughing we take a moment (to) step back in time
pause and remember those years of innocence
It seems just like yesterday
we were those two young girls
prancing unsteadily in mother’s high heels
and playing make believe
A long heartfelt embrace and a vow: to not let time separate
friends of the heart. Distance and time should never tear apart.