No, not hers
though I had never seen her glow
nor had I seen her float on air . . .
it was his smile, a dear friend
trapped in the ugly snares
of this vale of tears
and he smiles
That boy would find ten pounds of goodness
in a five-pound sack labeled “bad”
but he would not
keep any for himself.
My friend–and her too–here’s to you
and the many, many
good and happy years
Be well, be good,
who brought you together.