In life, we can either let our experiences make us bitter, or we can channel that feeling towards being a good example in order to improve things.


Sunday, November 05, 2006

how'd that happen

Just a story poem I made up

She longed for the
Precious necklace.
It disappeared somehow.
The comfort from
Her friend didn't do much,
And she worried day and night.
Then the friend related a story
In which an item missing from
Someone was found.
The lady listening felt it probrably
Wouldn't be the same with her
Necklace though.
A couple days later though,
It showed it.
The friend smiled.
And the lady was astonished.


socialworker/frustrated mom said...

nice poem

the sabra said...

stupid friend stole it
i know it

Lvnsm27 said...

Social, thanks

Sabra, lol, that would make an interesting story.

She blames her friend for taking it and her friend says that she didn't but she doesn't believe her and so they take a break from each other for a while. During that time, her braclet goes missing and she goes, 'Now come on!' Later she finds it and starts to wonder if she was too rough on her friend. She calls her up and they patch things up. But she still can't understand how these things disappeared and how she found them again when she thought they were gone forever.

the sabra said...

no no, the friend stole it so she can 'return' it and be declared hero.
i say dump the friend and/or pelt her with stones.

Lvnsm27 said...

The lady is still suspicious of her friend because that's the only thing that makes sense. The friend says "Fine blame me, but it's not going to solve your problem if something else ever goes missing."
"Are you threatening me?" The lady asked.
"No. The friend replied. I'm just saying there isn't always an easy answer."
The lady didn't want to hear it. she was exploding with rage and stormed out of the building.

Mel Balsamo said...

Correct me if I'm wrong, but that poem wasn't meant to have a deeper meaning to it, right? Or did the friend bought the same necklace just to make the lady happy? Its a bit vague.

Mel Balsamo

Lvnsm27 said...

To the lady in the poem everything has to make sense and so she figures her friend took it. Really though, her friend didn't take it. It happens sometimes that we misplace things and they show up another time. Maybe G-d is trying to send her a message and she should listen instead of blaming her friend