A poem in response to one a friend wrote for me and my roommate.
Separate they came: two girls,
But together they stayed: one home.
One Asian girl, the other with curls,
Around Baton Rouge, they’d roam.
Through triumph and struggle they found
People with whom they laughed, raged and cried.
A construction staff family with love abound,
Those with whom they could confide.
In a strange world unknown
With families and relatives so far
These two girls were not alone,
Construction staff family shone like a star.
Two girls found great friends
To take on a hike, their homes and more.
It’s true a great love extends,
Deep down from their corps.
In from the cold, shielded from rain,
Protection from a lackluster elephant,
Ruling as a modern-day Charlemagne.
Construction staff family, so elegant.
These two girls, once lost,
In one short year, found a home.
Which more than money cost,
One hour from the Superdome.
Another year, they’d do again,
But only, only, only if
To work with the fine men,
Who saved them from the cliff.
A world of love and thanks,
These two girls must impart.
Not to fill a thousand banks,
But one to fill and warm the heart.