Ruth Walters (London, U.K.)

What happened to the little girl
who leaned on chubby hands at school.

What happened to that lonesome child,
all plain and fat with soulful eyes.

The other children mocked her,
while I would shun their jibes.

What happened to my precious friend,
the one with dimpled thighs.

I recall the day she ‘died',
It was then she found her smiles

when her breasts grew big and proud,
those days she'd not want me around.

I recall the times she sighed,
when boys at high school caught her eye

remembering the times she melted,
her heart, it drummed a heady beat

forgetting all those bad school days,
she fell in love with love some say.

But I remember way back when,
when were just the closest friends

and I remember why and then -
I cry for my forgotten friend.