"To My Best Friend"
by Margaret Cook
I wish you weren't so far away,
I love you more than words can say.
We met when we were in first grade.
Hopscotch, jump rope and tag we played.
At recess time we traded lunch,
Walked home in winter's snowy crunch.
Each other's secrets we did keep,
The trust we had was true and deep.
The boys we loved became young men,
Down wedding aisles we followed them.
Beside your grave I stand today
And hope that you can hear me say
If I could do it all again,
I'd still choose you for my best friend.
About the Author
My love of poetry began about 60 years ago, in first grade in a one room schoolhouse listening to our teacher, Harvey Yoder, read the words of James Whitcomb Riley. Much later in life, I was hired part time to write for the ELKHART TRUTH after submitting a story about meeting Johnny Cash. Breath stopping moments in my life include hugging Roy Rogers, walking among the wild mustangs in South Dakota, photographing the dolphins at play in Wolf Bay near Elberta, Alabama, and, the most recent, being a finalist in Prairie Home Companion's Sonnet Writing Contest. I am a retired Mental Health Professional Counselor and attend the Unitarian Universalist Fellowship in Elkhart, Indiana.
Bed of Roses Love Sonnet Contest Winner
Lovingly selected from the earliest archives of A Prairie Home Companion, this heirloom collection represents the music from earliest years of the now legendary show: 1974–1976. With songs and tunes from jazz pianist Butch Thompson, mandolin maestro Peter Ostroushko, Dakota Dave Hull and the first house band, The Powdermilk Biscuit Band (Adam Granger, Bob Douglas and Mary DuShane).