This came from a conversation with my cousin in July ’07. I don’t remember which of my friends she had met, or who she was referring to, but she made a comment about how my friends were all so different from me. I hadn’t really thought about it before that. I just take whatever friends get thrown at me. That sounds wrong, but I’m a solitary enough person that I don’t go out looking for friendship. If I take an effort to make you a part of my life, then you’re a special person.
We all have a need for a friend who thinks like us, right? I love it when I meet someone who, at first glance, is nothing at all like me; but as we get to know each other, we find all kinds of common ground between us. Kind of like my relationship with my husband; different personalities, similar values – it makes for a good combination… and laughter.
Not so Mirror Image
Desperation drew me to you:
longing for someone like me
to relate to
finding an oil painting of
a foreign goddess
where I expected to find
When I looked inside the frame,
looking out, viewed the world in ways (that
thought were foolish)
-so different from mine.
But wanting prevailed,
and I studied the swirls and curls of you
…a side of me that I had never met
and kind of liked
between our two windows on the world,
there is a hallway
where we can walk side by side
-if only for a short distance-
When my little brother got married, my mom made up some photo centerpieces for the tables at the rehearsal dinner. I was surprised when I picked one up, to find that she had printed this poem of mine on the photos. She left off the last two lines – very smart of her for a forever wedding.
That line “if only for a short distance” is kind of questionable anyway. But it’s true. Living at a summer camp for 12 years, I’ve come to appreciate friendship on different levels. Some friendships last a lifetime, some for years, and some only for a week or so. Those short friendships have been valuable parts of my life too.