Purple, Lions, Jackets

The girl sat alone,
That first day of preschool,
All the other kids were together,
Playing their games,

She sat unnoticed,
By kids her age for weeks,
But then there she was,
Her brand new playmate,

They played hour with a pretend baby,
They played jump rope at recess,
Talked together during movies,
And held hands while being told a story,

She had a friend by her side,
Who likes purple crayons,
The lion animal crackers,
And had a Winnie the Pooh jacket,
And blond curly hair,

But the teachers began to worry,
Is this girl a little crazy?
At recess she jumps up and down,
Because they see no rope,

During movies she just talks out loud,
When she sits by herself,
During story time she holds out a hand,
With nothing but air all around,

During free time she played hour,
As she talked again to only herself,
Does she have no friends?
After weeks of school past,

All she does is talk to herself,
During snack time she picks out the lions,
Places them on a napkin,
All the crackers are the same,
Why separate the lions from the pack?

While coloring a picture,
She will get out the purple crayon,
Place it on another picture,
And lets no one else use it,

Before going outside to play,
She will get a teacher and say,
“ Please help her zip her jacket,”
But there is nothing there to where she points.

This was the time to talk to her slowly,
“Your friend is not there do you not see?
how about you you come with me?
And I will help you meet some friends your age,”

But the little girl cried,
She screamed and she yelled,
“You just hurt her feelings,
Saying she was not real,
I do not want to play with the others, they are mean,
And you are a big meany too!”

Had they let this go to far?
Maybe they should have helped her sooner?
She is so certain her friend is real,
But what happens when she learns,
It was an imaginary friend all along.