The Girl Next Door - Poem by Macwolls Kay
I knew this girl
She lived next door
She was my friend.
We played together
We schooled together
She was fun, she was sweet.
But then she grew small
She grew thin, she grew weak
My Mummy said not to play with her
My Daddy said to leave her alone.
But, to me, she was pretty
She was fine
She was strong, but coughed too much
Her skin was fair but a little ruined.
On the play ground
I lost sight of my friend
Endless trips, away from school.
One day from school my friend was gone,
A constant reminder of her I hold
To this day, and many to come
I still ask questions, I miss her dearly,
My best friend.
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