She was about my age, just turning 5...
she'd tied my shoes
while I dreamt she was mine
I needed her friendship
to make me feel strong
This is my...Valerie Song
I remember you
my precious friend
you were the one
I wanted to the end
You were my first and my last
you're the one that poured me my plastic glass
You're the one I look up too the most
with you I wasn't afraid of no ghost
I remember you like the first time
those images of you buried in my mind...
with your rosy red checks when we use to play
and that time we saw that preschool parade
Just wanted to tell how much you meant to me
a little boy... who wasn't shy to be
friends with a little girl
that made him feel free
This was my story ... this was a song
This was my... Valerie Song
Written by P.J Mimo
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About the Creator
P.J Mimo
Canadian Poet & Writer born in Montreal, Quebec
Started writing poetry in 1996 after a failed relationship with a young woman.
Follow me on Facebook @P.JMimoOfficial
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