If you were here to play with me
Or I was there with you
We'd have the most increddy-able fun all day
Yes, that is what we'd do

There's lots of games that we would play
To have a smashing time
We wouldn't need so very much
Our imagination's do just fine

But, after that we'd get all tired
From all that giggling fun
So then we'd sit and play in the daisies
Warm and cozy in the sun

And from that perfect day
I'd pick a daisy in memory, just for you to keep
Here it is all pink and pretty
'Cause you are so increddy-abley sweet

Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems © 2006
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au


 You have a gift for helping me remember
what is important in life...
increddy-able friends like you