She and me
jeune enfant timide et sa petite chienne
It was always she and me in the exclusive club of "We".
She, with her joker grin and wild violets in her gray wool.
Me, with a smile under my hat, spinning fairy tales about school.
She, the social one who greeted everyone with a hilarious tune.
Me, born in a skin of shy, looking at the world with oyster eyes.
She, forever my one true, from youth to bloom, even in hours of my deepest gloom.
Me, clinging to her with all my might, clues of a new move stealing my nights.
She, in her last days of light, a dancing sprite guided by echoes in a moongown.
Me, whispering the last secret secrets in those quiet ears of a clown.
She, eyes fading, with sweetness of a great grandmother, happy for a child's kiss.
Memories of she and me on the high seas, on our way to the exclusive club of "We".
This is wonderful, Jodee! The poetry and the art. Do not hold out on us. More please! 🤩
This is so absolutely lovely, Jodee.
....looking at the world with oyster eyes....
.....whispering the last secret secrets......
YES! lovely!