For a Friend

Some months ago, through sheer chance and fate, I befriended a individual that had a bigger influence on my life than anyone else of the past few years. Thanks to her I started writing creatively again after a period of maybe 2 years, maybe more. We spoke at length about music, writing, family, friends and fun. But for reasons I don't and may never know this came to an abrupt end. Nevertheless I owe her my thanks and best wishes.
Sometime within the next few days (I hope) is her birthday and seeing as she not only made me a card but a present as well (that's made, as in by put together herself), I also owe her something in return. So while you go delightfully mad at your tea party Beth, this one is for you.



With a flick of your wrist and a dance of the quill
You capture an image so alive, yet still.
Whether with word or verse or rhyme,
Or lines and curves etched in time.
You conjure creatures both great and small,
Like fat sack-puss and a hawk girl so tall.
You write of your memories or of those for who you care
Or create such whimsy right out of thin air.
You observe your surroundings with detail so thick
And respond to an e-mail so very quick.
A taste for the song to rival my own.
So vast and varied and still being grown.
Of quirks and oddities you are quite fond
Not what you'd expect from a leggy blonde.
So while the snow maidens drift and the rain children play,
(And my forge of creation is working this day)
Here is my gift of rhyme and word;
Happy birthday to you, my southern Bluebird.