Some friendships come,
Some friendships go,
It’s a part of life,
She’s coming to know.
As she tries so hard to tell me,
As she tries so hard to say,
I make out that her friend was
Not at pre-school again today.
I hold her close to my heart,
I give her a big, firm cuddle,
Stroke her hair, hold back my tears,
Our little bear’s in a muddle.
She thinks her friend’s deserted her,
Not one friend but two,
My instinct tells me that
She thinks I will now too.
I can offer her little reassurance as
Her sobs subside from exhaustion,
I see her tear-stained face
And in her eyes I see her heart broken.
The circles of friendship are a wonderful thing,
The trust, joy, love, loyalty that they bring,
But our little bear is tired and confused
Her little heart has been trampled on and utterly bruised.
By Carol Cameleon
Written when our little bear was at pre-school. Now at school, her mind is a little more mature but the potential for confusion is certainly still there…
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