In memory of my basset hound, Sadie 2000 - 2013
I still miss you, old girl
By The back Door I find Her chipped red bowl Sunk into cold mud Cupping my hands, I hold Gently, my last piece of her I think she knew, that gray morning Putting her nose on my lap to say Goodbye - but I, distracted by jobs and Chores, left her asleep on her frayed blanket I returned too late and she was gone A decade past, but I still cry Dusty tears for yesterday Yet when I lift my face Through silver cracked clouds I can glimpse her Paw prints on Heaven's Grass 2/18/22 E Forms - Etheree contest Sponsor: Constance La France First Place
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