I saw her on the street,
As she quickly passed me by…
I tried to catch a glimpse,
Just to look her in the eye….

She looked to me familiar,
So sure I knew that face,
But something yet unspoken,
Held me in my place…

She turned my way and beckoned
In a curious kind of way,
As her soft and shiny hair
Fell in waves of disarray…

Her little smile seemed shy first,
Then it broadened to a grin,
Her blue eyes so beguiling,
With freckles sprinkled in…

I stood there for a moment-
My heart thudding out its beat,
I knew the little soul there
Was innocent and sweet-

As I moved to be much nearer,
She turned to run and hide,
But not before I knew what
Can never be denied…

The face that I was seeing
Was the younger part of me,
Someone who was stolen
Yet now could wander free-

And so I stood a ways off
And bade her journey on,
She turned and smiled so sweetly,
And began to sing a song…

I strained to hear the words
As they carried on the wind,
I swear I heard her singing…

You're still my "bestest friend,"
You're still my "bestest friend!"


Sharon Frye