I spent most of yesterday with my best friend. We’ve been friends since we met in an Abnormal Psychology class in college, commiserating our lousy scores on the latest assignment. Because we live on opposite sides of the city (it takes over an hour on the freeway to travel between our houses), we only get together about once a month, sometimes longer depending on our schedules. I look forward to our visits because I get a few hours off from being a wife and a mother (although I almost always get several phone calls from the kids asking when I’m coming home—my answers range anywhere from “later” to “tomorrow” to “next week” depending on how many times they’ve called).
I love my family, but I also love the opportunity to just be a friend. It’s also good to have a meal without having to say any of the following standard phrases: “Don’t blow bubbles in your water,” “please use a napkin instead of your shirt,” or “the silverware isn’t on the table for decoration; it’s meant to be used.” (Yes, if a pull-string Mom Doll is ever made in my likeness, it would have to say those things.)
My friend and I just went out for lunch, went to Target, watched several episodes of Joan of Arcadia (a TV show that I have on DVD), ate chocolate chip cookies with ice cream, looked at jewelry and laughed…a lot. It was a good day!
I took the day off from writing anything, so I thought I’d share some poems that I wrote during the week. I’m still rusty on writing poetry, but I think it’s starting to come back to me…or not – you be the judge!
Cliché (poem posted as a comment on jpcabit’s blog – July 16th entry):
She didn’t look before she leaped
And forgot that love is blind-
Quickly falling head over heels
Because a good man is hard to find.
She hung on every word
And held a glimmer of hope,
But left no stone unturned
When she reached the end of her rope.
He thought the grass was greener
On the other side;
But come hell or high water,
She couldn’t let sleeping dogs lie.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained-
But now he’s gone too far.
There’ll be hell to pay
Because all’s fair in love and war.
I see pain-
A collection of falling drops
Much like rain,
Steadily drumming on the soul.
Unseen by the eye;
Undetected by touch –
The surface smooth and flawless.
Tirelessly polished –
But broken from the inside out.