First Friend by Diane Lee Moomey

Diane Lee Moomey grew up near the�Great Lakes�and, since then, has lived and wandered around the�U.S. and�Canada. These days, she dips her gardener?s hands in�California�dirt, and reads and listens regularly at poetry venues in the San Francisco Bay Area. Diane has published three books of poetry and prose and won a prize or two along the way. She enjoys long walks beside the ocean, reading mysteries, and painting in watercolors. Learn more about her at� https://www.pw.org/content/diane_moomey�and�www.dianeleemoomeyart.com.

Mary Lou Taylor:
So happy to see a poem—and what a charming poem— on Your Daily Poem, Diane. Hurt spots are always better with a kiss.
Posted 02/23/2017 07:49 PM

Sharon Waller Knutson:
What a lovely nostalgic poem. Takes us back to a place where we have all been. I love the description of “ plump pink valentines on feathery stalks” and “bleeding hearts that don’t.”
Posted 02/22/2017 02:11 PM

joecot:
Three consecutive comments begin with "Yes." This is a yes poem.
Posted 02/22/2017 11:35 AM

joecot:
Yes there are fairies, and they dwell in this poem. Marvelous.
Posted 02/22/2017 11:34 AM

KevinArnold:
Yes, the new daffodils somehow stamp the annual calendar with their promise.
Posted 02/22/2017 11:21 AM

Lori Levy:
Yes, very tender. Totally gets into the head of a child.
Posted 02/22/2017 09:45 AM

Michael:
Diane, Like this tender poem that takes even guys back to moments of shear delight.
Posted 02/22/2017 09:35 AM

Jancan:
Love it--Makes me smile and say "Ahhh"! Janice
Posted 02/22/2017 07:40 AM

blueskies:
First word that comes to mind > Charming! Thanks, Diane.
Posted 02/22/2017 06:33 AM