Reticent Mental Property

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True friends thankfully know us,

the best and the worst,

the priorities we heed.

They know how much dirt is on the kitchen floor and what has been swept under the front of the stove for another day’s heated debate.

They know the family and how it dysfunctions,

how we fit into it,

and how we don’t.

They’ve witnessed the joy of play, the exalted moments of tradition:

the weddings,

the births,

all the moments of transition to the next life we believe we are destined to live.

Good friends,

they know our history and what shapes us:

our relationships,

the bumps,

the lumps,

the dark roads.

True friends know the root of the offhand comment,

shared over a beverage in a casual way.

They also know how situations cut us

and why we won’t let ourselves

blurt out all the ugly each day.



T was not my first choice for a friend. But we grew.  And our connection has never found a need for an end.


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6 comments on “Theresa

  1. the muscleheaded blog
    December 23, 2014

    🙂 Friends make it all worthwhile. 🙂


  2. distantshipsmoke
    December 23, 2014

    A great tribute to a good friend, we are fortunate to have only just one in our lifetime.


    • Reticent Mental Property
      December 23, 2014

      Sometimes a dozen aren’t worth one…of course, it takes a while to understand the difference between acquaintances and friends…I always introduce T as “my good friend, Theresa.”

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  3. dievca
    December 23, 2014

    And you are a good friend, too. They come in pairs. XO


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