My Friend, Eliza
When I had my party
I asked everyone I knew:
Albie, Archie, Thomas, Luke,
Eliza Pettigrew.
Eliza wears pink glasses,
Eliza hugs a lot.
Eliza uses her hands to talk -
signs for drink, for cake, for not.
Eliza smiled all morning
and was sad it had to end.
I hope she comes to tea again.
Eliza is my friend.
I asked everyone I knew:
Albie, Archie, Thomas, Luke,
Eliza Pettigrew.
Eliza wears pink glasses,
Eliza hugs a lot.
Eliza uses her hands to talk -
signs for drink, for cake, for not.
Eliza smiled all morning
and was sad it had to end.
I hope she comes to tea again.
Eliza is my friend.
This poem is copyright (©) Carole Bromley 2026
About the Writer
Carole Bromley
Carole Bromley lives in York and writes for both adults and children. Winner of Caterpillar Prize, poems in Tyger, Tyger, The Toy, Paperbound, Little Thoughts Press and in anthologies from MacMillan, Nosy Crow, Emma Press. Teaches courses on writing poems for children https://thewritingschool.co.uk/our-courses-and-events
