The Wholesomeness of Friendship Bracelets.

I remember...

In the childhood room with posters and pictures

The two of us sat;

A loom kit in our hands.

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She didn't know

And I didn't know much about her

But I knew how to make a friend

And I knew how to make a bracelet.

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I told her to choose a color

She said any is fine

Then I told her, "Choose a season,"

She said Summer couldn't be more divine

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I picked up a white band

And held it in my hand.

Then came yellow, blue, and purple

In an order that was grand.

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I looped the rubbers around a plastic pattern

Making sure all of them were in place

Then I pressed them down with my pointer finger

The strands moved with grace.

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I directed carefully

Showing her each swerve and turn

A light that was growing within

Was a friendship that could never burn

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The final stretch was done

I pulled on each strand

It came out like magic

Each band clinging to each other in a panic

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I hooked the two opposite ends together

The two becoming one

I became the best teacher

And now the bracelet was done

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More bracelets were created

In all colors bright

But what really blossomed in the end

Was a friendship so tight