“Spell me for a bit” she said.
“I’ve been at this for so long.
My bones are downright weary.
I’m not feeling very strong.”
Her friend was an old friend
And knew her words were true.
She’d been under that spell a long long time
And been carrying it true blue.
“Let me take your burden”
Her friend said with a smile.
“I can spell you while you rest a bit.
‘Twill be my burden for awhile.”
Truer friends than that, there are none
When weakened by life’s ebb and flow
Someone to ease things for just a bit
A trust I hope that you know.
This poem was written as part of Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. If you’d like to join the fun, please go to https://lindaghill.com/2017/04/21/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-apr-2217/ for all the details. Thanks for reading and have fun!
By Deborah E. Dayen