when I told her
my oldest friend was coming to visit
she asked me, “just how old is your friend?”
I meant to say I’d known that friend the longest
well, that was thirty-plus years ago
this conversation probably long forgotten
how special it is
she’s my oldest friend now
©️poem by Darlene (BonjourDarlene.com)

Bonjour ! I’ll continue to write about my favorite French-inspired things, as well as books, chocolate, music, movies, and postcards, but to change things up a bit, I will also share a 50-word poem each day in the month of January!
These micro-poems are based on personal observations, pesky intrusive thoughts, and general anxiety about getting older.
About this poem: This is an expression of gratitude for my few, but true friends I’ve known for a long time. (You know who you are!) 🫶🏼
Thanks for reading!
This poem is from my poem-a-day series (January 2024).


Super sweet! My oldest and dearest friends and I are in our 25th year of being together (since preschool/kindergarten) and we’re still going strong! Thanks for sharing, Darlene!
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That’s wonderful! 🥰 I think the friendships we make in our youth are the purest. And after a number of years, childhood friends become more like family!
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