What makes us unique, as women, unlike most of our male counterparts) is our relationship with other females, Our girlfriends.
We begin the learning process of Having girlfriends
At a very young age,
Making mud pies and mothering baby dolls,
And playing house–
Unconcerned about who plays the
Or the father
Or the baby
Or even the family dog;
Whoever says “I get to be…” first
Has dibs on that role;
I had two childhood girlfriends
Who lived on our street
And we grew up together
With our dolls, roller skates, bicycles,
And boxes of sewing scraps
That we used to make doll clothes,
And as we grew older,
Sharing secrets and lipstick,
And fantasies about boys we liked.
We attended each other’s weddings
Whenever I am in town
We get together and talk non-stop
Trying to catch up on all the news
But now it’s more than what’s happening
With husbands or boyfriends or children,
There are grandchildren to share photographs of
And exclaim over, along with
Aches and pains and complaints of aging.
We who were three little girls have
Eleven children amongst ourselves
And I have lost count of
The number of grandchildren.
I have had many circles of girlfriends
Over the years
But only one that can be traced
Back over 65 years.
How fitting is it, then, that my present
Circle of friends, a circle of three,
Is a link that connects two countries
And thousands of miles?
–Sandra Lee Smith
ORIGINALLY POSTED FEB 3, 2010 /updated 6-22-18