Paula Goldsmith Poet Dramatic Monologue

At the Ripe Old Age of Three

At the ripe old age of three,                                            my small heart was breaking.                                          Blackie had been killed,                                                  my best friend and playmate was gone.                            Why must he go to heaven,                                            did God really need my little puppy?                                I climbed up on my big bed,                                            with elbows on the window sill.                                           I gazed out into the fluffy clouds and sky,                        after all that is where heaven lives.                                  I talked to God for quite some time,                                asking Him many questions.                                              After our long talk,                                                              I knew Blackie was OK.                                                             Now I knew God had heard me,                                      We would be best friends forever. 

                                                           
Date Written: 8/15/2022

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Caren Krutsinger August 27, 2022 at 1:08 AM This is sad but honest and what a memory! Thank you for sharing with us. Paula Goldsmith August 27, 2022 at 8:09 AM Thank You for reading/writing. Yes, sad but a true story. Have a great/fun/blessed~day/weekend...........

Bill Baker August 19, 2022 at 7:53 AM A touching poem my friend. I'm glad Blackie's okay. Good luck in the contest, Paula. A poet friend in Texas, Bill Paula Goldsmith August 19, 2022 at 10:20 AM Thank You for reading/writing and for your good luck. Glad you like this touching true story. Have a great/fun/blessed~day/weekend...........

Unseeking Seeker August 15, 2022 at 11:35 PM Purity at the peak ~ so heartfelt and moving. Yes, God is listening. Good luck in the contest, dear Paula Paula Goldsmith August 16, 2022 at 9:03 AM Thank You for reading/writing and for your good luck. This is a true story filled with hurt/pain for a young child. Yes,  God is always listening. Have a great/fun/blessed day........................

Juliet Ligon August 15, 2022 at 6:00 PM Aww, such a sad thing for a young child to experience, but the ending of your poem gives hope. Paula Goldsmith August 16, 2022 at 9:00 AM Thank You for reading/writing. Way too much hurt/pain for a young child. This is a true story. There is always hope. Sometimes we just don't see it. Have a great/fun/blessed day..............

Constance La France August 15, 2022 at 1:29 PM Paula, oh your poem is so beautiful and emotional, this is an experience many children have to overcome. I lost my cat Snowball when she was hit by a car in front of our house, and I was devastated. For that reason I have never had an outside cat ever again. Best of luck in the contest, blessings ~Constance Paula Goldsmith August 15, 2022 at 1:56 PM Thank You for reading/writing and for your best of luck. My Blackie was also hit by a car. Yes, devastated. Too much hurt/pain for a young child to go through. This is a true story. Guess your cat and my puppy are waiting on the Rainbow Bridge in heaven. I guess you know about the poem for animals. Have a great/fun/blessed day with hugs..........................