by C J Heck
My best friend had lots of curls but wasn't like the other girls who stayed dressed up and always clean My best friend wore old blue jeans. She loved to do things just like me, like building forts and climbing trees. She stubbed her toe, and to stop the blood, we both walked barefoot through the mud. She could pitch a baseball, make it fly much faster than most any guy. And when she ran, her feet had wings! My best friend could do anything. All summer long we stayed outside pretending things and riding bikes or sometimes wading in the creek where I fell down and skinned my knee. One autumn day, I saw her cry. I felt so sad when she told me why. The doctors told her she was sick And she needed treatment, really quick. Her parents drove her, I watched her grow, and doctors still don't really know Just how to cure the thing she had that made her sick and feel so bad. One rainy night she went away up to heaven where she will stay but her memory will never end 'cause I'll always remember my best friend.