One True Friend

To have just one true friend
who can be trusted to understand.
To not breath a word or hint
to any other.

Just one who is true and faithful
who keeps even the unspoken confidence,
however sensational or sad
to their self.

To know just one
with whom secrets and things are safe.
Honest and pure, or ordinary.
devotedly friends.


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About Pam

I love playing with words. That doesn't mean I'm good at it yet, but I hope to improve with time (I've had 53 years so far). Not sure how long it takes. I also love to read poems, but what I can write, and what I like to read doesn't always equate. I love science fiction (the clean stuff), fantasy (see previous parenthetical remark) like Eragon, Lord of The Rings, etc... I also love wonderful stories by George Eliot (which I re-read almost yearly), or even the Gothic novels by Austen and Bronte sisters (which I will probably never re-read). But I could never write that kind of thing. too bad, So here is my tiny contribution to the world of anonymous "literature". Certainly my poems will never come close to Emily Dickinson. But then I leave my house now and then.

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