by Harry


We see each other every day

when I’m passing on my way

I talk to her about baby things

she listens but never answers

we hold hands and dance

she in her mummy’s shoes

me in my baby’s nappy

one day when I’m bigger

I won’t see her ever again

but she will forever be my friend.

8 Responses to “Friendship”

  1. Sweet! ❤ I love how the poem described the photo 🙂

  2. Love this, priceless picture


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