A poem for Rachel, my good friend

Remembering days long ago
When we were young and free
Time was moving oh so slow
When each other we would see

Now a-days it just seems
The months go flying by
One would think that this deems
Old friends to say goodbye

But I have this small gut feeling
That I could pick up the phone any day
And dial your number with meaning
Just to see what you have to say

And on the other end
You will chat with me, your news
So this is why I’ve decided to send
A dorky poem for you to muse

I often tell my kids our stories
From when we were young and bold
This helps eliminate my worries
That they think I am too old!

Sometimes they will surprise me
When we are goofing ‘round
They’ll say “Hey mommy
Look!” and wave their hand around

The giggle comes quick, not slow
To the hand I do stay true
Now not too many people know
What they are trying to do

Anyone who asks
Gets the whole story right up front
From then on they have the task
To make me laugh and grunt

I wish I had more friends like you
I’m sure you would agree
But then I think I’d laugh a slew
And surely have to pee!

Ok this poem is getting gross
As I’m sure your aware
So here’s to you Rachel, a toast
I think I’m done here