Ripples [in friendship]

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. Today is my friend Glenna’s birthday. We taught together, becoming friends and helping each other during our teaching days. She’s one of those people who thinks and speaks in metaphors, something that my brain loves but does not do well.

Conferences, weekly dinners, summer gatherings, teacher planning: so many good, fun, and thoughtful times.

Because of these COVID times, our entire crew from those “teaching days” have lost touch, except to FB and text. But the influence of my friends, of Glenna and Nancy and Jama and others, still bubble up from time to time. I am so fortunate to have known them.

Ripples

Reflections sparkle on the water,
An autumn leaf bobs in the ebb and flow
of each new wave, a gentle meditation
for those who pause to feel its calm,
And in the sand below, a pattern
marks where water’s flow has been,
the creation of ripples, spreading out
as memories of the times before,
a trace of fleeting moments
that change as time moves on,
like friendships left in other places
still touch hearts in gentle ways
transcending life’s transitions,
remembered times of yesterday.

Sheri Edwards
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Poetry/Photography

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