Artists Model
My first life drawing - Italy - 1987
Chalk pastel, 53cm x 42cm
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My Best Friend
Do you remember the friendship pledge
until the end of our mortal days?
Not knowing in our childish ways,
time is a wedge,
driven.
Those eternal, happy, sunlit hours,
idling along the paths of youth,
picking the luscious tempting fruits.
All garlanded with summer flowers,
scented.
And then the stormy teenage years,
the rivalry for passion’s flame.
Not understanding the mating game
that always ended in burning tears,
forgiven.
We lost touch then, with marriage bells
and children, ageing parents needs.
Straying husband who never heeds
your wishes until the day you yell,
‘divorce’.
We met each year for lunch and tea.
A day’s too short to talk of much
except some gossip, so and so and such,
until the year your son phoned me,
cancer.
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