No one can see Lily.
She’s my secret friend.
She’s ten years old
with waist-length braids,
and two front missing teeth.
Lily speaks three languages,
and two of them aren’t human.
Lily jumps rope every night.
and sings me fast asleep.
Last count, she jumped
2,345,557,988,099.
(Don’t ask me what
that number is,
Lily and I made it up.)
In my dreams,
we jump in ponds,
catch frogs,
and hunt for tadpoles.
I’ll be sad when Lily leaves
to be a grownup just like me.
Without a child in my heart,
I’ll be like all the other
old folks drooling
in the rest home
down the block.
published in Prolific Pulse
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