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Brenda’s Poem by Jacqueline Henry Hill

It was only a moment, those twenty years.
We never missed a beat
resuming our friendship symphony,
the rose and the butterfly.

Rewinding and reliving the memories
on the front porch amid a sultry Virginia night,
a snifter of brandy, a glass of chardonnay.
moms, dads
lovers-old and new
children, brothers, and sisters
all under our scrutiny
corny jokes and wise remarks
silly girls again.

Questions posed, information shared, opinions met.
What I forgot, you remembered.
We exorcised the past, laughing in the face of old demons
clarified the present,
and grabbed hold of the future.
It was only a moment, those twenty years.

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