ALONG THE GALLATIN


 ALONG THE GALLATIN

Across the grass,
flat on our backs,
watching clouds drift by,
blades of grass between our teeth
in the days of you and I

Two sunny girls
filled with hope,
giggles
and dreams of tomorrow
who would have thought
these two girls
would know and survive
such sorrow

Hand in hand
we stood together
weeding through the years
holding onto the thought of dreams
while choking on our tears

As girls become strong women
standing side by side
fifty years and counting
this friendship was our pride

Although our hearts have been broken
more than a time or two
laughter comes from blades of grass
still passing from me to you


Dedicated to Linda Delores Matus, 1956-2018
R.I.P.

-Susie Rosso Wolf



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