My little Friend...

No one can see you

when you come around,

you play with me,at

my house,and the

playground.



we play on the slides,

climbing up,going down

you make me laugh

alot,I hardly frown!



Your favorite games are

hide n' seek,and pretend.

We act out our favorite

characters,but you're

still my best friend.



When other kids come

over to play, sometimes

you get sad,and walk

away.

But, when they go home,

I go to find you,to tell

you,"cheer up",and "don't

be so blue!"



I may not always be able

to be with you,but,I'll

always love you,and that

is the truth.



Some children have

"imaginary friends",

those I can't even see!

I have you,and you're

"real",as real as you

can be!



I try not to take you

for granted,cuz' I know,

you've got things to do

too, but, when you aren't

busy,you stay "planted"

and, with that you've

always stayed true.



Maybe someday I'll move

on, leaving my "visions"

behind,but, you'll find

a way,when I'm gone,to

reach out and be kind...



to another child like me,

who needs a friend like

you,who laughs and

pretends,and plays

all day,and of whom is

always true.



But, for the time being,

all the time that you

have,we'll stick

together, like birds

of a feather,and play

till we get to that

"path"!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

By lilwinky
Written Tuesday August 30th,2005

This poem was inspired by the show "The Medium"...Alison  the main character who is a psychic, her daughter makes special friends with a boy spririt, that only she and her mom can see....this was how I felt that the daughter must have felt..somewhat..when she was with this child whom others could not see.

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