Who is on the plum tree?
My friend, DiAnne Ebejer posted this wonderful blog about friends. I love the innocence, brilliance and simplicity of these gentle words.
It seems in looking back I may have seen you there even as a child,
Somehow knowing the need, like the road, would be long and bumpy..
I’ll bet that was you hiding in the rose bud embroidered on my pinafore…
the one that always seemed to bloom alive to dance and sing just for me.
And I’ll bet you were the one sitting right there on my shoulder disguised
in the souls of our likeness…and I just know that imaginary friend I used
to tell my secrets to in the attic was really you…
Had I turned my hand, I probably could have seen you there
in my own palm.
But it was many years and tears before we stood face to face looking
at ourselves as though the house of mirrors had produced us both on the spot.
And in one big puff of magic we suddenly…
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