I was eight years old the day you left me It was early in the morning, I didn’t know a thing I remember the lights, oh so bright They were flashing in my eyes as they came They came and took you away
You were my best friend; I’ll say it till the end Up until that day you were my life We’d talk and laugh and we’d cry Oh, I was young And I never thought the day would come
I saw you in that hospital bed Even though they say it was impossible I swear you opened your eyes to look at me But, I was so young, who knows? It could have just been me
Life moved on after that A lot was lost but, no one knew Just how much was gone for me I cried and I cried, I still do sometimes There are some things that time won’t mend
Now I’m 18 years old, thinking back I’ll never forget the times we’ve had The good and the bad, it was all true We were thick as thieves and still are Because I know you’re still here with me
I struggle to hear your voice these days I can’t remember how it sounds It hurts like a knife in the heart Though I can’t remember your words It doesn’t change how much you mean to me
It’s been such a long time And I’m not that eight year old girl anymore Still I know when I’m sad and down I’ll just look up into the clouds and see you smiling down And I’ll smile back and know, for now, that it’s going to be okay
For those of you who don't know, Buscia means "Grandmother" in Polish. Buscia died when I was seven, in 1999. She was my best friend and this poem is about her. It is very near and dear to my heart. I wrote it last year.