Scarred Hands | Poetry collection | Versification

1 | childhood best friend

February 23rd, 2023.
12:38 pm.

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Small hands of a six-year-old,
Holding those of another; she's a year older.
All the dolls are scattered on the floor,
Being swapped with little thought.

There is joy in her laughter,
A smile resting on her lips;
This moment is so special,
When jokes are told,
And secrets are shared.

Tiny cups are filled with water;
Drunk slowly, like hot milk tea.
Biscuits are placed on plastic plates,
And dishes hold colorful candy.

It is a mess; toys are everywhere,
But they don't care.

An hour passes, then two.
The doorbell rings,
Towards the door they run, barefoot.

The mother comes,
It's time to go home;
But it's just next door.

She'll come back tomorrow,
Or her best friend will come to her home,
For only a few more years,
Though that, they don't know;
For they think they'll play together forever.

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