I take these friends for granted.
With me since birth yet
unaware of them for years,
source of embarrassment
while I get used to their ways.
Source of concern.
I am scared of disease.
Source of pleasure
as maturity overcomes me,
source of pain
as child and infection bite.
Source of acceptance
- they shape part of me.
I find myself dreaming
as I stand under shower stream
cupping one in each hand.
"It was like losing a good friend",
she said, of cancer,
that took off with
one of hers.
More like losing a family member,
I think, that's how
much I take them
for granted.
BY JEANETTE JONES
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