We speak without speaking,
Share a history we both have lived,
Characters in a story that we both have told.
Our parents cut from a similar mould,
Blue collar, God fearing, salt of the earth
We are cut from that same cloth.
Neighbors as children and again as adults,
More like sisters than our sisters,
Distance only a temporary hindrance,
How peculiar our bond.
What path our futures may hold, I do not know,
What I do know is that you will color mine,
And I yours,
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
* Written from my wife’s point of view about her best friend who she has know since she was 6 years old. They grew up together almost 3,000 miles (and 40 years ago) from where we live now and now her best friend and her husband live waking distance from us. That is a…
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