Fresh Air Friendship

“You are like a breath of fresh air;
You are funny and friendly,
and I wonder who you are and where
you live, and what is your name?”

“A breath of fresh air? Who, me?
You might be surprised if you
knew my age! I just might be
much different than you think!”

“You would surely laugh if you knew
my age! But now we know that
age and distance cannot undo
a friendship that was meant to be!”

Two women who love to write;
Two women enjoying a time
and place where they delight
in sharing so many similarities!

Through visits and through years,
this relationship has grown
closer and much more dear;
Creating treasured memories!

Who could ever have foreseen
such a wonderful, long-lasting
friendship for Lexi and Martine:
Forever like a breath of fresh air...

Lora Frikken ~ 5-17-04

The Garden Of Life

I think I am a weed in the garden of life
Growing with pleasure or fading with strife

I hide in the shade of those who bloom brightly
I weep beneath a moon that blesses me nightly

I reach to the heavens for sweet raindrops of praise
I wither in earthbound gardens on desolate days

I flourish with my own special ability and power
I send roots deep into the earth attempting to flower

I long for the sunlight to illuminate my course
I fear I might perish before discovering its source

I will continue the struggle to grow and create
Opening the pathway through life’s garden gate

Lora Frikken ~ 5-15-04

To The Pain

I know what pain is now
You feel naked, exposed
It makes you forget how
You promised to be true
It makes you take a vow
To never do wrong again
Take what time will allow
Though you fail in the end
It doesn't matter anyhow
You will never, ever learn
Being naked somehow
Becomes all you know
I live what pain is now...

Lora Frikken ~ 5-31-03

Old Fashioned Super Mom
(In honor of Mother’s Day)

There she stands...representing, truth, justice,
and the family way!
Let me rephrase that...being in the ‘family way’
started all of this in the first place!

Representing:
Truth, justice, and the family play-by-play?

It’s...Super Mom!

Changing diapers at the speed of light;
Preparing meals that taste just right;
Doing laundry throughout the night;
Finding time for Dad...
Well, three out of four isn't too bad!

Constantly smiling in spite of being beat;
Discovering new ways to make ends meet;
Managing to always have a mealtime treat;
Promising time for Dad...
Say, isn’t this the best pie you’ve ever had?

Playing games and letting everyone else win;
Teaching reading, writing, and how to swim;
Acting out bedtime stories over and over again;
Making time for Dad...
I think this midnight crying might just be a fad!
(The baby’s...not Dad’s!)

Holding tightly to the memory of these days;
Keeping them locked up in the heart always;
Knowing family and love forever outweighs
Missing attention for Dad...
Who admits everyone’s love just makes him glad
to be a Dad!

Dad: Look, honey, plane tickets to Florida! Just you and me!
Mom: *winks* And baby makes three?
Dad: *faints*

Lora Frikken ~ 5-10-04

Fishing For My Soul

Red, blue, gold, and green,
colors slip past me nearly unseen;
My soul is unraveling silently,
like fishing line trailing out to sea.

Through oceans of time,
while colors fade and entwine,
Moments turn to years
and youthful innocence disappears.

Quickening days of red
still spin wildly in my head;
While days of raging blue
relinquish endless seas of residue.

Scorching golden days
create love in infinite ways;
As cool days of green
play out life’s eternal scheme.

These colors of my soul
now drift out of sight and control;
Causing me to wonder, once again,
is someone out there reeling my soul back in?

Lora Frikken ~ 5-8-04 & 8-9-04

NOTE: When I was very little, 3 or 4, I believed
that my soul looked like a reel of multicolored
fishing line. The odd thing was, I did not know
that this type of fishing line even existed until
I was much older. Many years later, fishing on
the ocean at Cape Cod, we used this heavy,
wiry line, colored red, blue, gold, and green,
to show how many feet of line had been played out...

Spring Song

Weaving through thin air
Wandering through time
Creating visions unaware
Offering up a sign

Somewhere in the center
Reality has taken hold
New life bids you enter
Traded for the old

The rebirth lingers near
Swathed in earth and sky
An ever-changing atmosphere
Croons each lullaby

Lora Frikken ~ 5-2-04