My friend, Sherla, was hard to see
for Mom and Dad, not me.
My imaginary friend was all I had.
I’m an only child, you see.
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Having been raised an only child, I get this. My imaginary friend was a little blond, crew-cut boy named 'Chuck.' He was better behaved than I, however. I was the one who wrote on the walls and under the marble top table with crayons! ! 10 from me, laughing with joyous remembrance! Hugh
CJ, Beautifully written. As for me, I'm not going to grow up and lose my special friend, else I would have to come when the wife called and couldn't write poems about stuff he tells me about. She still thinks Moira is the one who writes on the walls and I ain't telling.
This is nice and has such appeal for those children who need (or needed) a 'special friend.' Raynette
C.J., This is so cute! I never had an imaginary friend - I guess I didn't have time growing up with 3 brothers - but I've always loved the idea of them, and this poem is no exception. Well done. Shannon