Ladies who lunch

I couldn’t help but smile when I read this on Facebook and thought you might enjoy it too. I’ll bet every one of you  ‘Ladies of a certain age’ recognise at least some of this.

Lunch With Girlfriends by Kathy O’Malley

Elaine’s vertigo has never been worse
Kay can’t recall where she left her purse
Rhonda’s about to replace her knees
Linda’s breathing is tinged with a wheeze

Donna’s left boob has a troublesome lump
Diane’s on her third trip to take a dump
Lorraine’s husband can’t remember a thing
Nine years a widow, Marge still wears her ring

Marlene is dealing with another UTI
Sally’s giving a hearing aid another try
Marie has decided she can’t drive at night
Sharon still wears clothes two sizes too tight

They’ve been through divorces and babies and wakes
They do for each other whatever it takes
They’ve already buried Marcia and Kate
And truthfully, Lizzie’s not looking so great

So whenever they can, they get out to eat
Open bottles of wine and forget their sore feet
There’s laughing and crying and letting down guards
And when the bill comes, there’s ten credit cards

So here’s to the waiters who keep orders straight
And to the places that let lunches run three hours late
And here’s to the girlfriends, those near and those far
Here’s to the girlfriends, you know who you are!!!

And to my own girlfriends who read this blog (and to those who don’t even know how to switch on a computer let alone have ever made friends with a mouse), thank you for the laughter, support, shoulder to cry on and for just being there. You’re simply the best.


  1. Awww. Yes, girlfriends are the best. My close friend “of the longest duration” (I’m not allowed to say she’s my oldest friend. For some reason…), we go back to when we were 12!! Lucky, lucky, us


  2. Oh, I just love that! It’s one of the best pieces of such verse I’ve read in a very long time! Yes, hail to girlfriends, long may they keep us company, and we them!
    Margaret P


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