A poem by my favorite youngest daughter, Julia.
~ imaginary friends ~
~
It’s where the path ends,
And the trees start to bend
You will find me here
with my imaginary friends.
Deep in a wood.
the trees start to talk,
the flowers start to walk.
Only here will you find
behind the vines
the friends I gladly call mine.
~
I may be told to grow up.
To forget this silliness.
But,
In my life I have never met a human
as kind as a tree.
One that smiles brighter than a fairy.
Sings with more soul than a nymph.
never have I met a better trickster than a satyr.
~
If to grow up means to forget,
To leave behind
Then I will always have my
imaginary friends.
~
{I threatened to steal it and use it in my Fairy Tale, A Crystal Tear, should I ever finish it… I might still.}
