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To Linda, From Donna

 

A child no more than five in age

Released from her maternal cage.

A friendship born of mutual trust

And playing hopscotch in the dust.

 

A friendship born of innocence

Of dolls and prams and home made tents

Mojo chews-four for a penny

A day in the park just one of many.

 

And later music was our bond

We sang all of which we were fond

On Sunday nights away we’d steal

To tape hits on your reel to reel.

 

We’d edit, sing and tape again

From Sparks and Wings to Freda Payne

Screeched Dreamer ‘til our throats were sore

And imagined crabs upon the shore.

 

We laughed at sausages for tea

Just simple joys for you and me

Then life it struck a cruel blow

Of tragedy I didn’t know.

 

A quietly spoken, gentle man

I try to remember if I can

A gardener, a pianist too

Some of which rubbed off on you.

 

Frere Jacques was my mark

We’d muck around and have a lark

You’d  play by ear, I would rather

Sit and listen to ‘Son of my father’

 

Time parted us like scattered sands

When soon you chose the wedding band

And made a precious Gem to grace it

Our lives now different we had to face it.

 

Our lives had taken different paths

But we still found time for songs and laughs

Each others problems were our own

We’d share each up and every down.

 

We know each other inside out

Can voice our deepest fears and doubts

No matter how may months have passed

We know our friendship’s built to last.

 

Through infidelity and divorce

We’ve held each others’ hand of course

Then more heartache, you lost your mum

When you told me I was just struck dumb.

 

I didn’t know what to say or do

Inside I ached to comfort you

But all I could do was lend an ear

To thoughts and emotions that may appear.

 

Relationships will come and go

New lovers, friends we’ll get to know

But we’ll be there through it all

For our friendship’s unconditional.

 

Our friendship has been long and true

‘Through thick and thin’ for me and you

If after all this you need a bucket

Then tear it up, I don’t care-fuck it!

 

 

Donna

 

3rd February 1993