Oh, Franklin

We met in a shoe cupboard. You laid on your back.

I helped you get out and into my knapsack.

You were open and sweet, polite and so kind.

Little did I know then, the adventures we'd find.

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I learned from you what friendship meant.

That scary things and sad times too would relent.

We grew together and apart with the times.

Yet you'd welcome me back with songs and a rhyme.

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I'm older now - and settled with this version of me.

But Franklin you're there and just as lovely.

No you're not mine, but surely I'm yours.

A child you've helped become so much more.

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Oh, how rich I was to have this first Friend.

Let's meet again, at the bridge 'round the bend.