The Girls

There are these friends and neighbors,
That once or twice a month,
Call and get together,
And all go out for lunch.

It's not a formal happening,
Nor a well thought-out event,
Sometimes they only phone and go,
When it seems to be convenient.

A pleasant group, they get along,
They've known each other for years,
They don't step on one another's toes,
Nor ever try to interfere.

They laugh and tease and kid a bit,
As only good friends can,
No green-eyed monsters in the group,
Most of them, just "also rans."

They enjoy each other's company,
For an hour or two, it's a break,
An escape from wearisome routines,
And worries, stresses, and aches.

Katherine (Katie) is a widow,
Her love's been gone for many years,
Occasionally she mentions him,
Though I've seen her shed no tears.

Katie calls a spade a spade,
Crying will not bring him back,
Death is just a part of life,
Her attitude ... quite matter of fact.

Katie's not without emotion,
She simply does not cry,
I suspect she filled her quota,
The year the cancer gave him to die.

On the other hand, there's nervous Nell,
Who cries at the drop of a hat,
She controls her flow of tears,
Just like a water tap.

She turns them on; she turns them off,
Within moments, so it seems,
She laughs, she cries; she smiles, she sighs,
She whispers and she screams.

"The girls" don't ever pick on Nell,
Though she used to be fun to tease,
But she paid her dues a few years back,
When she lost a daughter to disease.

And then, of course, there's Georgia,
Who's as wide as she is tall,
Simply put on earth for hugging,
Else ... why is she here at all?

Buried deep within her dimpled cheeks,
Are smiles that never end,
Her chubby arms held wide for all,
Who are blest to call her friend.

Everybody loves Georgia,
Her husband loves her, too,
And her grown kids and grandchildren.
What a lucky soul ... how true.

But, when Georgia goes along for lunch,
One of "the girls" must take the time,
To read the menu to her,
For Georgia is legally blind.

Last, but not least, is Ethel,
Who walks with a three-prong cane,
Take her arm, and she'll get mad,
You'll be sorry that you came.

Ethel's fiercely independent,
Makes her own way without harm,
When she dies and goes to heaven,
I doubt she'll let an angel take her arm.

And so "the girls" go out to lunch,
They sit and talk and talk,
They tell jokes and silly stories,
Then laugh and laugh a lot.

The waiters sometimes get annoyed,
But mostly, they partake,
They flirt a little and tease "the girls, "
'Til, with laughter, they all shake.

When Katie tells a funny joke,
She oft forgets the punch line,
But "the girls" laugh at it anyway,
Just because it's laugh-time.

Ethel's the true comedian,
Who tells a story like no other,
Georgia giggles and laughs so hard,
"The girls" feel they should run for cover.

Then after another happy lunch,
"The girls" go back from whence they came,
With promises, "We'll do it soon,
Perhaps, next week again."

Such a good time "the girls" have had,
And so much joy they have derived,
And I'll bet you've already guessed
Not one is under seventy-five.

Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright 2003 ~ Revised 2008




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