being a fanciful sort of child,
that is, perhaps, how she always seemed to me.
with her halo of blonde curls,
aquamarine eyes,
and flight attendant* gracefulness.
all she needs is a pair of wings
between her shoulders.
my godmother, Jo,
who has, perhaps,
known my mother the longest
of all her friends -
since junior high in springfield, ohio.
she is a nurse*, by trade,
and lives where she can look out
at the Hudson River
in the state of my birth,
driving into the City for her work
each day.
*she was the requisite flying nurse during her airline career,
so both are true.
i have a willowy, blonde friend, too.
whose friendship i can count back to age eleven.
& i am hopeful
that my friend and i
will also be holding friendship close
in our eighth decade.
because the people in our lives
are the best gift.
