A chapter that took 2 seasons to complete.
Two girls met, while looking for independence to stand on their feet.
Lending a hand each time the other fell.
Whether in love with a boy or 6 feet under, only they could tell.
A friendship that needed patience more than anything.
Cause while one liked to dance, the other loved to sing.
Each brought up so differently yet so well.
While one announced her waxing situation, the other would yell.
“We are strong independent women” one of them would say.
Every time the other, had a terrible day.
One, not afraid to call the other one out.
When she thought less of herself or even had a doubt.
Which one was who, no one else could tell.
Apart from the ones who knew them well.
-Mariette L V Robin