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Nov 2011
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.
Rosie Wisniewski
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Rosie Wisniewski  Michigan
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