Waiting for her to pick us up,
As she used to many seasons ago,
The memories of those playful times still fresh,
Dressed in her pretty frock and sweet smile,
Her tiny hands cuddling us fondly,
Sleeping beside her pink pillow
Under the dimly lit night lamp,
Sharing her world of dreams and emotions,
Alas, now lost in oblivion,
Sitting quiet and gathering dust,
We wait for that little best friend of ours,
Who is now all grown up and long forgotten us!
In response to Tanya’s poetry challenge # 5
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