My childhood friend

When I was small, I had a friend,

That no one else could see.

No one else knew she was real,

No one else but me.

I grew a little older,

 But she was still my only friend.

Just us, as one, for so, so long,

I thought that it would never end.

I talked to her,

And she responded,

Many words were exchanged,

Sometimes she had a different form,

But she was still the same.

I grew older again,

And it was quite surprising to see,

For my friendship circle of one,

Expanded to three.

In time, I forgot my childhood friend,

But sometimes in the night,

I remember her, now distant and sad,

And I try to make things right.

But she was gone, no longer there,

So I did what I could do,

I encased her inside a book,

So others could share her, too.

She is helping others now,

But I've found new friends.

But I remember when I promised

That ours wouldn't end.

I cannot tell you who she is,

For she doesn't have a name,

But she is there for everyone,

No matter if they are the same.

There are those who do not care

For what she does for all,

But I gave her away to try to help

All those, the great and small.

One day, perhaps, we'll meet again,

And smile happily,

And maybe then, when she is there,

The whole world can see.

Copyright October 16, 2014 by Christina Gatchel. This  post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the author