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I Saw Her

by June Nazarian
copyright 02-17-2009


Age Rating: 10 +

She was fondling melons
With a knowing touch
She always had been the sort
To find the very best
How nice to encounter an old friend
I tapped her shoulder, Carole?

So many years
Since we shared secrets
And giggled about silly things
On our way to Hot Shoppe
For those luscious onion rings
(Not to mention the hot fudge cake)

She turned, eyed me with
A look of unsure recognition
Thirty some years ago we
Sported brown pony tails
Now we were both blonde
Strange how that happens

We excitedly connected
Could hardly wait to share
About all and everything
What has happened since,
And reminisce of then,
Time,the inevitable interval

So much life, full and flowing
Though far from each other
Alike yet different
Some good, some not
It’s wonderful to see you
Let’s have lunch, still love onion rings






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        03-17-2009     Raja Sharma        

This is why I say that if we have caring and loving people around us, the journey towards the destined and inevitable oblivious future becomes bearable and more meaningful. You have very intelligently and beautifully conveyed the emotion.I believe one reading will give pleasure to the readers but the repeated reading will show them their own past.
This one is really wonderful.
God bless you
Rajasir

The modern vocabulary does add to the strength.

        03-04-2009     Martha Rosanbalm        

I think it's exciting when we run into someone that we haven't seen in 30 yrs, give or take a few tears. I love the part about having lunch and still loving onion rings. This is cute.Nice poem.
God Bless


        03-02-2009     Frank Fields        

And yet, for all of that, do I sense a sense of sadness; a knowing that meeting will never happen-- for all the memories it might bring? Sometimes the past is better left in a pony-tail, is it not? The voyage through the years with one who was once friend, might be too painful a journey, even for the strongest. Or is my own melancholy showing through? But, if it is, then what gave those thoughts of mine the right to be born? Your presentation and the manner and tone it has, of course. ^^

Needs to be or should be read several times for the nuances and subtleties to be absorbed.

Thank you for reminding me, if not us, that time is the equalizer, but very often not cared for, at all.

Frank :)



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