Darlene, Dahlene, Cajun Queen,
author of many chapters in my life; farewell my friend of childhood, so long
ago, but remembered as a magical adventure growing up with live oaks, dueling
oaks and Mardi Gras, and confidences shared with you, my first good friend. We
told each other of hope and dreams for a future free of terror, said we’d find
each other and always be together.
The 60’s, 70’s, the 80’s, oh, even
the 90’s flew by, and then you reached out to me in a letter sent through aunts, good friends the generation before us. My palms tingled,
my heart raced; I called you, which was the best call ever. The girls were back, if only on the phone. With a loving
connection, we’re not alone; life was good. Thanks so much for being a part of it.
You were a trip, my girl, when you
went out, you ruled the party. Kirt and I, your
sidekicks at the casino and definitely out to lunch, had great fun.
Say, “Hi,” to Kirt and Milton. On a
corner somewhere in a place called heaven there’s a bunch hanging out, listening to good
music and having fun with you and the guys. Pet my dogs; until I get back and I’ll check on Lucky.
No comments:
Post a Comment