Unspoken

I met Linda right after I married and moved to Arkansas in 1966.  We were instant friends and have been all these years.  This poem was written about her on Oct. 10, 1985

Well let me see, how should I start?
There's this strange feeling nagging at my heart.
It's nice and quite, everyone has gone to bed.
But there are so many thoughts in my head,
I couldn't go to sleep even if I tried to,
so I take my pen and began to write about you.
You and I became friends a long time ago, or would you say it was a short time ago?
Time's not important if not spent with someone who cares and when I needed that someone you were always there.
We always had an unspoken understanding between us, don't you agree?
When I was thinking of calling you, you called me.
What I was about to say, you were about to say too,
and when I craved a certain thing to eat, so did you.
"Coincidence" some people would say, but we knew better than to think that way.
God looked down and He saw me and knew how weak a Christian I would be,
and in His wisdom He sent you my way
so you could help me when I got too far away.
Now I'm not putting you on a pedestal, you understand, I just wanted you to know that you're still my best friend.  (well almost)

LINDA

                                  Remembering Mama
                (Written about my mother on September 6, 1986)

I am about to tell a story, it won't mean much to you,
unless you are my mom or dad, cause they remember too.
My mom used to look at me and say, "come here dear",
and I knew from the look in her eyes, she was going to brush my hair.
"Oh no", I'd say, then I began to scream.
"I can't stand it",  cause she pulled it out it seemed.
But I really love my mom she means the world to me, and even if she did pull my hair, she's the greatest and always will be.
Now everytime I brush my hair and I have to pull and yank,
it causes me to remember and I have to stop and think, how much I love my mom, and how much I really care. 
And if I could be with her now, I'd let her pull my hair.    

     MOM