When I was a child, I had an imaginary friend

When I grew up, He became real

I molded him into clay, a pure image of perfection

He dressed my soul, with fine needs

And I ate wondrous things

 In which I saw was beauty, because of him

I walked miles, so many miles

Soles on my feet could tell his story, of why he is my savior

His love was a home to me, a refuge, and a safe haven

Maybe because I knew he loved me so

Many ask why

And I’ve told them a million times

But I guess they don’t understand

That when they say, that they can’t see him

I tell them, he is holding my hand

He fills me with more than my mind can carry

So I probably never grew up, because I still have this friend

Who cares though when he is what God sent

-          S.B