Poetic justice presented as a nudge,
an effort to budge me from my malaise.
It’s been one of those days
but in times as these, I find it pleases
me to think of the friendship we’ve amassed.
Marie Elena Good, a perfect monicker for one
so open of heart, and giving of warmth; an angel.
Set before me for the reasons only He knows,
but she truly grows on me daily. It is safe
to imagine that the gift of Marie becomes one
that continues to give; her nature and upbringing
dictate it. We can debate it as much as we want,
but I can’t claim my laurels without thanking
Him who made me, and she who made me continue.
Supportive, comforting, but with a swift kick
when the need demands. The hands that hold
family and friends so dear, the hands that hold
her darling Sophia, stretch across the lake,
eerily touching the heart and soul of one
usually in control. We do no more, no less.
The “Best Friend I ALMOST met”.
I thank God for the reason. And I thank Marie
for three seasons of poetic prodding,
always nodding in her Good way.