Ode to a Friend
For Grace Moore
My love so dear,
Should I want another sister,
It would be you, I fear.
None can quite understand
The bonds that have us entwined,
Yet none would reprimand.
I do oft wonder
Whether anything vexes you,
For wrongs roll down your shoulder
So very smoothly,
Without a scratch on your skin.
You endure my remarks so patiently.
Rejuvenating camaraderie,
Overflowing in your fountain,
Quenches me for free.
Yet not so free, perhaps,
For when you need me,
I'll join you in your mishaps.
Thank you so much, Bridgette. It means a lot!
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