TheProphet

~Two Friends~

Doc and Pap, side by side, stretched out on the grass

Gazed up at the sky, as clouds wandered past

Pap sighed with a smile as she watched the birds fly

And giggled at seeing familiar shapes in the sky

Her light-hearted laughter drew Doc’s mind to the past

To when he was five, with his arm in a cast

Pap had visited him in the ward where he laid

Doc smiled now remembering the card she had made

Pink flowers she’d drawn, using glitter and glue

And she’d written in felt-tip three words: “GET WELL SUUN”

Doc remembered the way he’d forgotten his pain

When he’d looked at her sweet smile

… Some things never change

Even now Pap was beaming at the clouds drifting by

With a warm smile, Doc watched her

As she gazed at the sky

~Pap~