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Friends are bubbles of oxygen,
when it's hard to breathe,
taking a deep inhale becomes easier.
Friends are sparkling sunlight,
appearing after you have been
followed by thick dark clouds.
Friends are a favorite song
heard for the first time in forever,
surprised you recall every word.
Friends are morning coffee,
your new favorite, decaf dairy-free latte,
Rich aroma and smooth on your lips.
Friends are books you adore,
written words making you wonder
how the author could know you so well.
This poem first appeared in the Trouvaille Review.
Used here with permission.
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Lois Perch Villemaire lives in Annapolis, Maryland. Retired from a career in local government, she is the author of My Eight Greats, a collection of poetry and prose about childhood memories and life experiences. Lois enjoys yoga, propagating and caring for her collection of African violets, fun photography, and exploring family history.
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Wilda Morris:
Yes! to every stanza!
Posted 05/30/2024 10:30 AM
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Jancan:
Superb, delightful metaphors conveying
a wonderful, heartwarming message! I love it!
Posted 05/28/2024 09:29 PM
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Loisvillemaire:
Thank you so much for these very generous comments!
Posted 05/28/2024 02:29 PM
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CamilleBalla:
Friends are bubbles of oxygen nice
and the last stanz - the words in th3 books - always there.
Posted 05/28/2024 01:26 PM
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carlpalmer:
I forwarded your poem, Lois. to each of my friends on Facebook.
Posted 05/28/2024 01:05 PM
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Lori Levy:
I like your take on what friends are, especially "bubbles of oxygen."
Posted 05/28/2024 01:03 PM
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KevinArnold:
fun ending . . .
Posted 05/28/2024 10:11 AM
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cork:
I spoke to a friend on the phone yesterday that I made in 1941. We have stayed in contact.
Posted 05/28/2024 09:56 AM
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Larry Schug:
I'm going to call Steve, my best friend since second grade.
Posted 05/28/2024 07:50 AM
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