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
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
I miss her a LOT, but I
know I’ll see her again, someday
My Best Friend is my MOM!
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