Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Girls In My Circle

A forwarded e-mail... I just love this!


I used to believe in the concept of one best friend, and then I started to become a woman.

And then I found out that if you allow your heart to open up, God would show you the best in many friends.

One friend is needed when you're going through things with your man. Another friend is needed when you're going through things with your mom. Another when you want to shop, share, heal, hurt, joke, or just be. One friend will say, 'Let's cry together,' another, 'Let's fight together,' another, 'Let's walk away together.'

One friend will meet your spiritual need, another your shoe fetish, another your love for movies, another will be with you in your season of confusion, another will be your clarifier, another the wind beneath your wings.

But whatever their assignment in your life, on whatever the occasion, on whatever the day, or wherever you need them to meet you with their gym shoes on and hair pulled back, or to hold you back from making a complete fool of yourself, those are your best friends.

It may all be wrapped up in one woman, but for many, it's wrapped up in several...
one from 7th grade, one from high school, several from the college years, a couple from old jobs, on some days your mother, on some days your neighbor, on others, your sisters, and on some days, your daughters.

So whether they've been your friend for 20 minutes or 20 years, God has placed them in your life to make a difference.

Iya and Me... Having Tea!

Iya and Me...
Having Tea!

Talking ‘bout life
And being a wife.
We talk about problems
And how we can solve them.

We talk about kids
Wishing we also have our own to kiss.
We will be great moms
If only our babies would come.

We’re getting older
So our worries grow stronger.
We want to be mommies
And our hubbies daddies.

It would make our lives sweeter
And make us feel better.
How we wish baby
We’ll also have you one day.


I made this poem for my friend Iya. We were exchanging e-mails about our thoughts and feelings about not getting pregnant, then I saw a country graphic that shows two women having tea. I thought of naming the graphic as Iya and Me... having tea. It rhymed! So, I was inspired to add another line, and then another, until I was able to make it a poem.