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Imaginary friend

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The little girl was playing with her imaginary friend.
Deep in conversation, her mind on a different plane.
If I turn back time, I could be that little girl.
I envied this; her here and now childhood.

It awakens in me of a time in memory.
Ah… to be that young again.
Of having an imaginary friend.
To step onto a plateau far beyond this one.

Time. This one itsy tiny bit of problem.
It moves too fast to slow down. I am a grown up now.
The child sees the imaginary friend.
I look and look; I see a little girl talking to herself.

To stay as Peter Pan; my inner child having a say.
So I envy this little girl her magical world.
Of innocence linking into a world of make-believe.
An imaginary friend to get into lots of trouble with.

By C.E. Pereira
(18-10-2016)

Author:

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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