My earliest memory of a friendship un-torn,
Is her tonsil removal, she looked so forlorn,
She sat by the window, as to school I trooped,
Only six at the time, her bottom lip drooped.
Trips to the coast in my Mum and Dad’s car,
Pony rides at Hunstanton, we never went far,
Fun at the fair, we were easily pleased,
No worries at all, we’d play, taunt and tease.
School days flew by, the friends went and they came,
But back to each other we’d bounce just the same,
Then came the boyfriends, the coach trips, the laughter,
Best friends once more, and we hoped ever after.
But then one small tiff, over something quite crazy,
meant we spoke not for ages, the days seem quite hazy,
Sixth Form claimed Trina and a bank job claimed me,
Years when we needed each other, didn’t see.
Then one day, quite simply, a surprise visit came,
We both felt ashamed at our stupid mind games,
our friendship we slowly reformed from the start,
We chatted for ages, our old heart to heart.
Such fun, we remembered of our childhood days,
Such happy, fond memories, can’t be taken away,
This friendship, now stronger than any I’ve known,
I’d be lost without her, even now that we’re grown.
Our day to day life is quite different at times,
But still for each other, we try to find time,
Our problems we’ve shared and tried to help deal,
Just a few honest words from the heart can help heal.
It’s true what they say about ‘fair weather friends’,
They’ll come and they’ll go, for how long it depends,
But through thick and thin, my best friend is there,
And I’ll always be there to show that I care.
This all goes much deeper than nights on the town,
And even much deeper than ironing out frowns,
It’s knowing we’ll always be there for each other,
Whatever life deals us, we’ll love one another.
Written for Katrina Dixon,
by Julie Tickle October 1997
Writing and Rhythm 