Friendship

Friendship
            There are names for what binds us - Jane Hirshfield       

There are days that bind us.

We meet as one, but are many.

When we started out we were younger.

Our nails were stronger, our hair

fell down and dovetailed in to curves

matching a lighter weight.

The way a younger self holds firmer flesh,

small triumphs for tanned skin

baked proudly in the sun.

 

There's a name for the battle scars

doctors burn them from our skin

and as we age, gravity's the fear.

When seven women

meet in friendship over years

there may be wounds, a partner gone,

something proud inside one's chest.

But between us all there's only
the strength we have and we give it.
Then it asks more, and we give it.

4th Draft  Copyright (c) 2015
Lunch with good friends today. It's a ritual to swap gifts, eat wonderful food and talk for five hours. Many thanks to our host Linda.