I remember a friend whom my Brother once had
Young Peter his name was, such a quiet little lad
Roughly his age was between three years or four
He was one of the shy ones and a tad quite unsure!

He only conversed with my Brother as such
And dined with us often but seldom ate much
But he was a good friend to my Brother dear
Not leaving his side until the night time drew near!

We’d hear so much laughter from them during play
He’d chatter and giggle to pass time away
His words were so silent but we knew he was fun
My brother looked happy and his face really shone!

Young Peter alas, was a child of the unknown
He lost his true path and could not get  home
So we played pretence we could see his small face
Then came the bad winter, he left us without trace!

I remember my Brother cried his heart out that day
Saying Peter had died, and his soul slipped away
We mourned for young Peter as respect to our bro
And before long his memory from my Brother did go!

From whence Peter came from is a mystery to me
But some things in life, the eyes will not see
And invisible friends have occurred more than most
Perhaps the lad Peter, was a friendly young GHOST!

© By LynnKaren