My calendar says that she’s away today
I’ve grown to look forward to Sunday,
When she drives in, after church,
I’ve found myself shouting, “Hooray!”
Our Sunday “Tea Parties” are special
We have so much to discuss,
Reminiscing our former lives
Secrets we’ve only shared with us.
In the last few months
We have become close friends, you see
Over Earl Grey tea and Mary’s cookies
We’ve shared our past, Dottie and me.
A short visit, as we sip our tea
Turns into two hours, how can that be?
We sit in the kitchen, shooting the breeze
Absorbing each anecdote, if you please.
Happenings, things we had forgotten
We gladly share those long-ago things,
They pop right into our brain
And appreciate the closeness it brings.
All friendships are special
I can’t wait to hear about her week,
Most good, a few that were sad
Our old memories have become quite unique!
