Leslie Poem by Jeri Martindale

When I awoke, if I did awake,
I awoke to a friend.

I knew this friend,
But had never met her before;

It was like opening a door
To my life before.

Never will this happen again.

As we walked along,
She told me stories of our times.

It seems that if I were there but can't quite remember.

Little details
And the story unfolds.

I knew that she was my friend.

She had long brown hair
And eyes of hazel gold,

They told of her sadness,
But were bright in a sense.

She smiled the brightest smile
And oh how I loved her laugh

It seemed as if I made her alive.

She whispered the lessons of life,
She told me that I was her friend.

Then I heard her say,
Life is a breeze, be free.

Soon she had to take her leave,
But I feel her often making me whole.

She helped make me who I am