Walking, talking, riding a bike, whistling, monkey bars, holding you tight. Ice skating, roller skating, don't walk behind cars.
By Karen Bruyea4 years ago in Poets
I was going to write an Ode to a friend in hopes of brightening her day, writing about her smile, her laughter, her naturally humorous way. But as it turned out, this friend I knew not, had hateful things to say.
So many times I wanted to share;But I knew deep down you really didn't care. Do you know I write poems? Of course you do;I once wrote and framed one just for you.