I Miss My Friend Poem by Martin Greyford

Last month when I gave my speech
My friend, Rita, organized my notes,
Corrected my timing, applauded my delivery.
She even gave me a standing ovation.
Rita sorta died last week.
I look at her empty chair,
Next to me in class,
And I feel like crying again.
Her parents took her away.
I couldn't bring myself to see her off
And now I feel horribly alone.
My friend, Rita, didn't really die.
Her family just moved to a new city.
It's the same thing.
Please, Miss Kalusopa,
I can't give my speech today.
There's nobody here to give me a hand.