and post notes and photos about your poem like Ann Foster.
Shorty, and Curly came to live,
with papa after mama passed away.
They were not worried,
They were thrilled to have a “home”.
An old place for him,
A new place for them,
Yet together…, family.
Mama watches now from up above,
in heaven way up high.
She approves as they chew his shoes,
And make runny poo’s…
Her sweet laughter can be heard,
in the breeze…,
that passes from the kitchen window,
to the back door,
and out again,
to the big meadow.
That pretty place,
the green park where they laughed.
the new threesome laughs too.
Mama is happy.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019