Now every day I take a walk with all my dearest friends.
I feel so safe when I’m with them, the helping ways they lend.
So let me tell you all about my friends that walk with me
’cause they are special, Mama says; I know you, too, will see.

I told my Mama all about my friend named Billy Bear.
He’s big and strong, close by my side. He’s black with shaggy hair.
Protects me so that I don’t fear my nightmares when they scare.
He’ll bite and scratch – stays right by me. He is my cuddle bear.

My Mama likes Sir Foxy Red, he’s sly and cunning, too.
He warns me when there’s trouble ’round and tells me what to do.
My Mama says he talks to her so I have to be good.
He’ll tell her if I misbehave and I think that he would.

I have to watch just what I say when I’m with Mynah’s Wing.
My Mama says he’ll fly to her and tell her everything.
My Mynah’s Wing flies where I go and always reminds me :
respect my elders, ‘thank you’, ‘please’, be nice as I can be.

Now, Rocky Raccoon teaches me to be careful about what I eat;
should wash my hands and wash my food, and Mom says wash my feet.
I eat my berries, veggies, too, and always clean my plate.
He tells me when I should go home – he sees I’m never late.

I know my mom can’t see my friends, but they still ‘talk to her’.
She understands each squawk they make, each hiss, each yelp, each gurr.
I want my Mommy proud of me so I try to be good.
Though all my friends are make-believe, I’ll still act as I should.

© 2019, Barb Henson. All rights reserved.

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Barb Henson
I love to read and swim, even more I love to write poetry. I love challenges and I write to let people know they are not alone in this world they travel in. God is a big part of my life and has been since the day He stopped me from trying to end it.