Life is interesting, isn't it?
We meet people we never expected to meet and we get to know them, thanks to the knowledge and technology we have in abundance today.
MJ is one such person. His real name is Michael Junior. His Dad is my writing partner, Michael Senior, but I came up with MJ so as not to confuse the two.
Besides, a young man needs his own identity, right?
Right! So glad you agreed!
So I call him MJ...and he accepts it just fine!
Well, I was thinking about this new pal of mine, about conversations we've had, stories we've shared, and times we've doubled over in laughter while chatting on the phone, and wrote this poem.
Chatting with MJ
There is a chap
Whom I call friend.
To him, I’m family
Whom he'd defend.
I chat with him.
We share a lot.
Sometimes we sigh
about lessons taught.
To hear his voice-
my heart feels light
‘cause I know I’ll laugh
‘thru the day and night.
But, it is mutual.
He laughs at me, too.
For a few moments
Two lives feel brand new.
Copyright 2005 Norma Budden-Aningat
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