You had a request for your birthday
Asked me for a gift of writing
No gift, you said
I mean it, you said.
So I keep writing to you
in my head
as I walk to my car
from classroom to classroom
around the block with my dog
Yesterday, I saw an inspirational quote –
it said once you’ve known someone for 10 years
they become family.
I wonder what happens after 35 years.
Has it been 35? Friendship math is hard
especially when you have to decide if you count from the first bus ride
At 20, we were 10 years in – a decade.
I could have written then—
bus stops, bus seat, late busses, saltines and hot chocolate
Bat Mitzvahs and scrabble
crushes and sewing class and secrets
boyfriends, drives to school, moving, graduation
the importance of sour cream cheddar chips and peanut chews
Hub Salads with ranch and important conversations at Eat-n-Park
2 decades in
Aunt Sara and Aunt Ona to our kids
I could have written then —
college graduation and more moving,
planning weddings, wedding speeches and periwinkle dresses and also
planning babies, showers and
calls in the middle of the night about emergency C-sections,
bravery, love, the NICU
nursing and pumping and sleeping on Elmo couches and 24-hour nurses and eventually babies meeting each other and cribs and toddlers and more babies and the absolute exhaustion, and oh – husbands too.
We are past 40 now (yikes)
Over 3 decades in
Our families are family
Our kids like cousins
Every so often we pile all 7 kids together on a couch for a picture,
and there was that one time we piled them in your car and took them to Ikea.
I know I promised you a gift of writing
but there’s a problem.
you can’t fit 35 years onto a page
I thought I could write articulately, but I don’t know how to shout it with words how you are a
a soft place
a holder of my memories
I’d be lucky just to know you
but I get to love you to!
I couldn’t live without sending you memes, and exchanging pictures of our wine pours
One day, decades ago,
we stood at a bus stop in the snow.
we sat in your car driving to school.
we hung out at the mall.
we had saltines and secrets
we said goodbye and you moved to Florida.
you came back and left again
It was decades ago we cried at each other’s weddings
I don’t know how it’s been decades
Happy Birthday, Sara.
A Gift of Writing for You:
Roses are red
So is your hair
It’s amazing how
you’re always there
6 thoughts on “Happy Birthday, Sara”
Oh, what a sweet gift to this long-time friend. My favorite lines:
“…but I don’t know how to shout it with words how you are a
a soft place”
I love the juxtaposition of rock and soft place. Oh, if we all had friends that were both rocks and soft places. Beautiful.
Thanks, Denise – I agree… we all need a rock/soft place friend!
You captured in words the richness of the gift of your friendship with Sara. Friends across decades!! Thanks for sharing.
Thanks so much, Sally. Yes – friends across decades are something else, aren’t they?
First of all, I’m sending this poem to my bestie, whom I have also known since we were 10. As I read through your memories – the saltines, the bus stop comaraderie, the inability to take decades of friendship and harness it into words. Beautiful. Just beautiful.
Thank you for taking this piece and sharing it with us in the world. This one, I think, is going to ripple. ❤
I’m so glad it resonated with you, Lainie- there is something so beautiful about long friendships!