Friends Poem by Ivona Sophia

Both have honey-colored hair
Light eyes
Skinned knees
And lips created for questioning.

In a small garden behind the house
They plant flowers and herbs
From them it will be tea for pretend
For real dolls
And for the recovering bear.

In a castle attached to string
With clothespins
They entwine secrets
Into braids
First timid dreams
About knights in shining armor
And love.

They capture butterflies
And whisper mystical spells
By the glow of lightning bugs
They bury nightmares under
A jasmine bush
And daydream for hours
On the shapes of clouds.

Little girls
Run holding hands
With the sun’s rays
Instead of shoelaces.