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OLD FRIENDS by Ginny Brannan

I am blessed to have a few very close “forever” friends…

These are girls that I’ve known from pre-school, high school and college that have always been there for me. We stay in touch, and try to get together at least once a year. We may live many miles apart, yet we are always close in heart, and for that I am ever grateful. This was written for these friends, my “sisters of the heart!”
Artwork by Claudia Tremblay
Old Friends
by Ginny Brannan

As each one speaks,
I watch the years fall away
through eyes that remember
            the girls we once were—

Together again…
we pick up where we left off
never missing a beat,
            ever moving forward.

It is impossible to compress
the decades into verse
and a river of memories
            into words...

Their friendships sustain me —
each one a treasured pulse
            inside this grateful heart.
Artwork by Claudia Tremblay

Ginny BrannanResiding in New England with husband of nearly 32 years, son and two cats, Ginny Brannan took poetry and creative writing courses in both high school and college. Foregoing degree, she headed directly into the workforce. In 2009, Ginny found herself out of work and facing the ominous task of finding employment in a cyber world and declining job market. Struggling to keep afloat, a long-time friend suggested she tap back into her creative side and pick up a pen and write (or Macbook and type as case may be). She credits the therapeutic effects of writing to getting her through this stressful time. Ginny writes both traditional poetry and free verse. She has been published in The River Muse, an on-line Art & Literary Journal. You may read more of her poetry on her website here, listen to her recite her poems here or connect with her Ginny on twitter 



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