free verse, Rhyme

Little Girls

We’ve met at last
Where we met at first
In the town
Where we became friends

The porch swing creaks
As we gently swing
Back to long ago dreams

We laugh the same
Though life has changed
In some ways
Of course it would

But when we hug
As sisters should
And pray for one other

My heart is blessed
That we’re still friends

Little girls
That grew up together

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