Her name was soft her color white <br />But to a child of five what mattered most <br />Was her sweet taste <br />And so my friend she was, or so I thought. <br /> <br />The sweetness in my mouth a bitter <br />belly-ache became. <br />'My Tummy Hurts! ' I cried. <br /> <br />Granny could not read nor write <br />But the way to my next friend she did provide. <br /> <br />His name unheard in my young life. <br />A faint unusual taste he had, but what matter most <br />Was his silver glow and magic spell. <br /> <br />For in my hand I played with this new friend, <br />He would break apart and magically retract. <br />Granny said to swallow him down my throat <br />To help my belly-ache, or so she thought. <br /> <br />My deadly friends robbed me of my health, <br />Some even say that I'm lucky to be alive <br />For you see, my best friend's names were <br />Sugar and Mercury.<br /><br />Luz Hanaii<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deadly-friends/
