A Day With Friends
1 September, 2004
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)


I miss my friends
How they make me feel
How I can say anything
How it's no big deal

I miss the things we do together
Lunch, the mall, our nails
No matter, it's always good
Sharing our daily tales

I could phone, but its not the same
As when together, we spend our day
I hope that when I finally get home
They will have time to come out and play


Comments on this poem/writing:

Terrie* ( -- Thursday, September 2 2004, 03:11 pm

friends are very special angels here on earth...

i feel what your saying girlfriend...when you find someone whom you can connect with and tell your deep dark SECRETS to, someone you see as a sister or a brother, a soul that feels the same things you do sad/happy and is not afraid to act karazee w/u, but yet still be mature and proper when you need to be. a phone call and an e-mail is ok but yet i know what you mean, 'aye who else can set you up for the best blind date of your life and stay up late to talk about it, or even give you good advice and share recipes with, i miss my coffee mornings and evening walks w/my best friend.. i hope you will get to see your freinds soon...impressive friend..
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