My childhood friend

When I was small, I had a friend,

That no one else could see.

No one else knew she was real,

No one else but me.

I grew a little older,

 But she was still my only friend.

Just us, as one, for so, so long,

I thought that it would never end.

I talked to her,

And she responded,

Many words were exchanged,

Sometimes she had a different form,

But she was still the same.

I grew older again,

And it was quite surprising to see,

For my friendship circle of one,

Expanded to three.

In time, I forgot my childhood friend,

But sometimes in the night,

I remember her, now distant and sad,

And I try to make things right.

But she was gone, no longer there,

So I did what I could do,

I encased her inside a book,

So others could share her, too.

She is helping others now,

But I've found new friends.

But I remember when I promised

That ours wouldn't end.

I cannot tell you who she is,

For she doesn't have a name,

But she is there for everyone,

No matter if they are the same.

There are those who do not care

For what she does for all,

But I gave her away to try to help

All those, the great and small.

One day, perhaps, we'll meet again,

And smile happily,

And maybe then, when she is there,

The whole world can see.

Copyright October 16, 2014 by Christina Gatchel. This  post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the author

The dance of life

The dance of life lasts forever,

From morning to the setting sun,

The music never stops at all,

The dance is never done.

Every partner starts alone,

With little steps on little feet,

Others will teach them how to dance,

And for them, the dance is sweet.

Then, as the person finds the beat,

They try more complicated steps,

Sometimes it's frustrating, but

Before they know it, they do that dance best.

Then on and on they twirl and spin,

And watch the partners, hand in hand,

Until two meet and one will ask

If they may have this dance.

Then, partners, they will dance away

Through slow and fast, through every storm,

They smile as more dancers come,

And cry when others go away.

One day the partners will grow weary,

Struggling to step in time,

Then at last, they know its time,

And they must leave the dance of life.

Your dance of life will end one day,

So dance your best through thick and thin,

For those who leave the dance floor,

Cannot dance the dance of life again.

Copyright October 9, 2014 by Christina Gatchel. This post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the author.