Monday, 25 October 2010

My Friend Fred

The eyes were mellow. A forlorn look on his face. I’d been telling him for days.
“It doesn’t mean I don’t love you!”
But I had to go. Even though I’d stayed the night. Since I knew he knew it was inevitable. I’d be off.

The first thing I say when I wake up in a day is, “Good morning my friend Fred.”
Away and alone. I am. Not him though! He’s got the best of friends. A surrogate mum, my dear friend Diane with her two sons and cats. And a house full of love. I know he’ll be fine. 
A week tomorrow I’m off to Uganda. So it will be a bit before he hears my voice. I’ve promised to call and send a postcard. He’s in my heart.
My friend Fred.