As I sit here studying your picture,
Thoughts race through my mind.
I try to imagine what your life
Was like, when your light shined.
Are we built the same? Did you have the same thoughts that I do?
Are we anyway alike? Do we have the same attitude?
Often, when the going gets tough, I think of you.
I let your image slip in and it helps me through.
And since we’ve never met, my dreams flow free,
I wonder how our first meeting would be.
It has been such a long time since you left me behind in this world.
I can still remember it although I was just a young girl.
Through my naive eyes all I could see was an old lady.
I had no idea what was behind your shell of a body.
A history so deep that I was unaware of,
But I realize now how life works and I truly love
The woman rocking in her chair, ending her story
That started long before I was around and knew of her glory.
If I was told I would see you tomorrow,
Would I be concerned with the time we’ve missed, and be filled with sorrow?
Or would I be thankful for the day we have to share
That as long as we’re together, I wouldn’t really care?
Maybe I’d steal more time, or at least try to borrow
If I could see you tomorrow.
I ask myself the question over again,
Can a person you’ve never met be your friend?
Two young women growing up different ways
I can only dream I knew them in those days.
When mortality was given hardly a thought,
And if I could, I’d never let them get caught.
If I could see them tomorrow.