My sister’s best friend in high school was born
on this day I always remember Groundhog’s Day
a plain girl with thinning hair even then
exceptional wit, a jester’s sharp humor, she hung
Christmas ornaments from her glasses, worked on
the school newspaper a bit of a rebel and I think of her
each Groundhog’s Day though I’ve known nothing of her
for forty years, a girl with glasses and thinning hair
and where is she now what has she done has
someone loved her and would she ever imagine
me fondly recalling an image of her as I do
and is every person everywhere recalled fondly
somewhere by someone and is that possibly what
carries our spirits forward?
