An Old Friend

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Imaginary Friend.”

Many of us had imaginary friends as young children. If your imaginary friend grew up alongside you, what would his/her/its life be like today? (Didn’t have one? write about a non-imaginary friend you haven’t seen since childhood.)

(Thanks for inspiring this prompt, Olivia!)

Times Past
Times Past

In my mind

You still play pranks

Giggling over in the corner

As you watch them squirm

In my mind

You continue to grab life

Zestfully extending your hands

Toward all you see

In my mind

We are still the bestest friends

Inseparable until the end

Fighting before tomorrow begins

In my mind

I miss you

And love you    still

© Carol Campbell 2015

Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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