A poem about a child's most trusted confidante and the only one we cannot see --- their imaginary friend.
This is a reposting of a poem I wrote, last year, caused by too little sleep, and so few brain cells to spare. HA!! If you read this before, I hope you still enjoy it; I'll post something new when I'm rested!
She always lends a shoulder
Offering a helping hand
When this life seems much colder
Than a toddler’s mind had planned
She becomes your child’s hero
Though, her image is unknown
Clinging to each spoken secret
‘til her closeness is outgrown.
In your child’s eyes, she’s caring
She’s compassionate and true
Though, you’ll never see her staring
Across the bedroom toward you
You will learn of her existence
You will know her from the start
You will feel her strong persistence
And you’ll come to love her heart.
As the autumn turns to winter
And the years so quickly pass
Your child’s love for her will lessen
Like sand in an hourglass
Even though, you’ll never meet her
Her memory shall never end
Since these days have been made sweeter
By an imaginary friend.
© 2007 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection
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|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|My niece had an imaginary friend for years... bittersweet when those friends disappear...
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|a sweet and lovely poem|
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|I have an imaginary friend, her name is Jill....|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|I don't have an imaginary friend, but I do have my twin sister; she's my rock! :) Beautiful write, Jill; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Very, very nice Jill. A truly beautiful write. Well done I might add.|
|Reviewed by Kacie Rahm
|I remember those days. =]
I don't think they'll ever go out of style, imaginary friends.
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Precious, Jill - I didn't have an imaginary friend, I had my twin sis. :) Thank God, I still have her -
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.