Going shopping in the mall.
Sleeping at each other's house.
We sure did have a ball.
Our first prom was really awesome.
We looked just like real ladies.
Guess our mom's realized then
That we were no more babies.
Our dresses went down to the floor.
Our hair was up so neat.
But Grandma said, "don't clomp along.
Just glide those little feet.
We cheered at games so loudly
That we sometimes lost our voice.
Friends for just the school years?
Not if we have our choice.
We'll always be the good friends
That we have always been.
We'll marry and have children,
And they will be good friends.
We'll be best friends forever.
Life will not tear us apart.
We'll always have a special
Place, deep in each other's heart.
By Carol Bouche' Ottlinger
For Grandaughter Paige Leanna
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