In honor of my ex-bff’s birthday, here is a  poem I wrote years ago about a day we had that was good, when the days were all pretty much bad at that point:

On That Day

I will always remember you

On that day.

We were talking and laughing

I sat up to do something

You started to play in my hair

Your happy voice

Berated my unkempt tangles

Out of the room you disappeared

Coming back with your brush

You sat next to me and

Started brushing my hair

You don’t know the love and joy

I felt on that day

When for the first time

In years

You were my big sister

Guiding me, helping me loving me

That morning, I truly felt,

And knew, and saw

Our unbroken bond again

I will always remember you

On the day

You came back.

S.D.C.  Date unknown