In My Home

In my home There is a child bursting with potential Who's mind lays softly on a pretty face Plays games whilst conversing with friends Who's elegant eyes exude excellent taste In my home Their is a cat mostly sleeping Who bothers for food once a day Who slips off the armchair whilst dreaming Distant are the claws which once played In my home Their sighs a dog with just three legs In his basket he dreams of the chase Whilst awake he hobbles, looks on adoring As gentleness enriches his face In my home Are many odd fractions Which have gently learnt how to mould And we all stay together for a reason Only leaving when we are too old (in memory of Maisy my 18 yr old tabby december 2012 and Tyson my most noble decent staff cross Jan 21st 2012) miss you both terribly....