Girlfriends

The older I get the more I appreciate the special relationships in my life.
Of course, my husband is at the top of that list. And I have several male friends that are like brothers to me.
But the relationships I have with my girlfriends become more valuable to me with each passing day.
There is a special bond between us, a "knowing" that we are riding the same trail together. We share the same physical and hormonal changes, the same challenges with family, children and work and all that entails. We get joy out of some of the same things. We share some of the same heart aches.
No matter how much we love our husbands, they will never understand some of the emotions and trials we deal with as women.
Because of that understanding, we are always there to root each other on. We are in each others corner cheering for our sisters.
I am blessed to have several special women in my life that make up the sisterhood that I am referring to. God has put some wonderful, intelligent, talented, loving girlfriends in my life.
I wrote this poem to honor those relationships. I am so thankful for my girlfriends!
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Girlfriends
by Teresa Burleson

I love my husband and he loves me, I know this is true,
And I need him, but girlfriend, he can't take the place of you.

He will never know what it's like to have a bad hair day,
Or why its so important that my jeans fit a certain way.

He can be sweet and kind and swears he treats me like a queen.
Then he accuses me of having PMS when HE is acting mean!

He'll never experience the heartbreak of water weight gain.
But girlfriend, you know, I think life won't ever be the same.

With you I can weep and bawl and not have a clue as to why.
But he thinks I should have a dern good reason to cry.

I know I can tell my girlfriends and they will understand.
And if they don't it don't matter, they'll accept me as I am.

He is handsome, strong and virile, a regular manly man. And he can do anything, at least I believe he can.

But he don't know that when I feel fat and ugly I don't want pity.
Even if I swear I'm not, I still want him to say I'm pretty!

He'll never experience the pinch and poke of binding underthings.
Or the feeling of being beautiful that the perfect outfit brings.

He'll never know the nuisance of wearing hi-heels and panty hose,
Or understand the true meaning of, "I've got to powder my nose."

He doesn't have a clue about make-up, purses or shoes,
Or that sometimes a girl is just gonna get the blues.

He can try all day to understand but I guess it is fate,
There are some things about women that men can't relate.
But he is forever my cowboy and I'm forever his wife.
And I thank God for him... and the GIRLFRIENDS in my life!