New Room-mate

My mum and I and brother, Hugh,
have just moved house, as people do.
Another person lives here, too -
the little girl who shares my room.

She plays with me and shares my toys,
she doesn’t make a lot of noise,
she’s not like other girls and boys,
the little girl who shares my room.

She listens, but she says much less,
she never shouts or makes a mess,
she wears a long, old-fashioned dress,
the little girl who shares my room.

She’s got black hair with ringlets in,
she’s just my height, but very thin,
already here when we moved in,
the little girl who shares my room.

My nice new friend is called Louisa
(I call her ‘Lou’ – that seems to please her),
but I’m the only one who sees her,
the little girl who shares my room.

She’s sitting in her rocking chair,
but Mum and Hugh just see thin air.
They think she isn’t really there,
the little girl who shares my room.