Pandemic Poetry: Baby Jane

Baby Jane by Sarah M. White

"Baby Jane 

is your friend," 
she says. 

I flash back 

to my imaginary 

dog, Barkley. 

My parents 

forbade

a real one. 

I want real

friends for her,

not toys. 

Baby Jane

is only 

a mirror

into her mind

not flesh

and blood. 

I don't want

plastic

for her first

friend. 

Anyone else feel this? Thinking about the cost to my kids these days...