LINES OF GRATITUDE FOR MY (IMAGINARY) FRIEND

I have seen you, I have touched you;

You possessed a fine skin and curly locks,

Your dress was always like the clear sky;

You had blood lips, full and quiet.

I liked the black butterfly clip you wore;

And I liked the way you cared about my dolls,

You had a broad forehead like mine,

Never did you open your mouth but always nodded to what I said.

Dear you were the solace in my distress,

And you were my companion in my toothache;

You were the jar where I poured complaints of this adult world.

*The edited version of this poem can be found in Ayangti Longkumer's Magic Quill.