Giggling Girls
The Love of Childhood Friendship
Giggling girls
In hot and lazy July
Glowing in the sunshine
Giddy best friends
Laughing together at
Inside jokes no one else understands
Never dreaming they would
Grow up one day
Going their separate ways
Is unimaginable
Right now all that matters is
Lying on the grass enjoying
Summertime together
About the Creator
A. J. Schoenfeld
I only write about the real world. But if you look close enough, you'll see there's magic hiding in plain sight everywhere.
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Comments (5)
This is beautiful, but with a little bit of sadness thrown in masterfully! I liked the balance and the breezy, laidback flow.
Beautiful summer memories. Well Done!!
Yes indeed lovely and fun memory ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎
The warmth of summer, the closeness of best friends, and the bliss of living in the moment. There's a bittersweet undertone in the hint that they will eventually grow apart, but for now, all that matters is now. Beautiful poem ✨✨😊
Ah, this is pure summer joy! Giddy, glowing, grass-stained memories—love it! It perfectly evokes that feeling of being young, inseparable, and thinking those moments will last forever.