lisa parks

My Best Friend - Poem by lisa parks

She was always there for me,
we talk about things that I
would never talk to anyone about.

We laugh and cry together,
we do a lot of things together,
we argue about things that we both
disagree about.

There’s a lot of things that I
miss about her. A lot of times I wish
she was here.

If she was here right now, things that
are happening now, the people that I’m
really close now, I wouldn’t have.

She was the coolest person I’ve
ever met.
I miss her a LOT, but I
know I’ll see her again, someday

My Best Friend is my MOM!

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 24, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 6, 2011

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