Goodbye

• Lola Wight, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2018

I stare into her cool hazel eyes
And a tear runs down her face,
I put her hand into mine
And remember her beauty and grace.
Thousands and thousands of memories
And limitless inside jokes,
Best friends from the age of 8
Our friendship was never a hoax.
Our bond did kick off
In the most unusual way,
Meeting at the general clinic
Can we be friends I did say.
But now we have come
To this fateful day,
We weep and we cry
And we go on our way.