To the Good Times
Let’s raise a glass
To a time where my thoughts ran wild
Carefree with the wind
A time where decisions were made for me
Bobby Petula.
As strange as it seems, I took him everywhere.
Separate me from my rainbow colored teddy bear?
No one would dear
He followed me everywhere I went
Never to leave my side
We were Bonnie and Clyde
Inseparable some might say.
The agony I felt
That fretful day losing B.P.
Couldn’t sleep
Thought life itself would stop
Months went by
Middle school days drifted on
Who would’ve thought that he was hiding
Soaking up his thoughts on the floor of my closet
How I lost him under my mess I’ll never know
Something was quite different
I didn’t feel attached to cool Booby P anymore
Of course he’d always be my confidant
A shoulder I could rest my head on
Yet I realized I am strong on my own
No longer relying on imaginary pals to get me through the night
It was a rush of freedom
Independence
No longer that frail little girl
I was ready to tackle 7th grade on my own two
Feet.
With dreams to conquer
Friends to make
A new me emerged.
Let’s raise a glass
To the imaginary friends that kept us young
To the sandbox days where thoughts ran wild
To the good times.
It's now time to glow up and grow up.