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Sep 2018
As an only child
my mind was my friend-
it enchant and beguiled
me in a foreign land.

The bills had to be paid
so mother left for work.
I had to be not afraid
and be alone at dark.

With no one to play with
I lived in make-believe
and land full of myths
as tales would unweave.

In my tiny bedroom
I was a female knight
who fought against her doom-
sword ready for a fight

In a world of fantasy
I was no longer lonely

(c)2018 Joanne Chang
Childhood imagination is very important, particularly if you are an only child. You have no siblings to play and if you are left in your own company because parents have to work, you have to learn to find joy in solace.
Jo Swan
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Jo Swan  28/F/Sydney
(28/F/Sydney)   
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