A Special Kind Of Girlfriend
I enjoy just sitting and talking to you about all the
stuff that happens in our lives.
About our good times, our bad times, our quiet moments together, and how
our worlds were and are as mothers and wives.
It is so sad to see that so many people in these times today,
Do not take the time to share with each other, no time to give away.
There's no time to stop and smell the roses, no time to run their feet
threw the grass.
They've just barely got time to get to the things that they need to do,
cause times a burning fast.
But We can sit for hours between the trees,
Let the wind blow our hair in the breeze.
Pass the time away with talk or little of nothing but laying back in a
chair.
Looking up at the stars in the ceiling of the sky, and letting the night
pass without a care.
Talking a lot or a little, about the
many, or the little things we've done,
Talking a lot, or talking none, this is the kind of things that makes
girlfriends one.
Girlfriends like us doesn't just come along just everyday,
We are a special kind of girlfriends wouldn't you say?
June 14, 2006
Poem © by Penny Waterloo
Midi playing: What A Wonderful
World
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