30 Poems in 30 Days: Day One
by The Freelance Dilettante
From Start to Finish
It started with a note, you said you’d be my friend
Even if the other girls thought you were a bitch and wouldn’t
associate with you. It was Jr. High, eighth grade,
and I was high on a last year’s friendship
With the first girl who ever found me cool.
I said yes; I deserved a new friend.
Only you could understand me like you do.
Those years we never attached
at the hip, just the heart.
Time and distance could never break it.
We married two weeks apart, and years later
divorced in tandem, though miles and lives apart.
And now, we’re married to Engineers,
both from foreign lands: still in synch.
At the finish, you will still be the girl I loved
In green converse, that ex-axe-murdering Michael Jackson impersonator
renegade cowboy, R.P. Johnson,
And I will be the boy-crazy poet,
my Chucks mustard yellow, grunge before grunge was cool:
Wild-eyed pornographic jazzman, P.C. Smith.
At the finish, I pray, we will be old old ladies.
I dream we will rock on the porch and watch your grandchildren
Nurse their babies, and still, over all the years, and loves and loss,
have so much more to talk about,
So much laughter to share.
And …the last poem I read:
A Word to Husbands
To keep your marriage brimming
With love in the loving cup,
Whenever you’re wrong, admit it;
Whenever you’re right, shut up.