I saw her the other day.
I remember her really young.
The short one.
Who was always singing.
Strange little kid.
She's grown up.
I've known her forever
In fact, I have pictures of her
Watching me blow out my birthday candles
On my 4th birthday, my 5th, my 6th.
I don't talk to her all that much
But I can count on her when I need her.
She was always secluded
Didn't really make many friends.
Pretty oblivious
When others joked at her.
But she didn't take it badly
So it didn't happen often.
She was in the choir quite awhile
But never made friends quickly.
She had good, old friends
But the new ones are not as close.
It's just a matter of time.
Oh yeah, my friend at camp.
Everyone's friend, really.
A real people person.
I never saw her
Not laughing and chatting
With someone - anyone.
She was the first one I told.
If it hadn't been her, I might have
Been dead. Maybe not
I still talk to her, remember
The healing that's occurred
With her little nudge.
Girl in the elevator
Greeted me, and when I said
How are you with a smile on her face
Told me about her crazy morning.
Elevator ride ended
And I left, perplexed.
I count her
As the person who taught me how to pray.
So many similarities
Between her and me.
If only I lived where she lived
Or her with me.
Short kid in the hall
Randomly singing Broadway songs.
I hate that.
Why don't they just
Shut up?
Not a horrible voice, though.
The one who asked me
If I would rather have
A rare tulip bulb
Or 20,000 pounds of cheese.
And then how to integrate 2^n.
Kind of a weird mix, don't you think?