Ann Foster Poet Narrative

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Good Trouble

Good Trouble

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.
Now,
the new threesome laughs too. 
Mama is happy.

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Lindsay Laurie August 13, 2019 at 11:52 PM G'day Ann … as sad as a death is, as long there are those that remember the life, then life goes on - thank you Ann - Lindsay Ann Foster August 14, 2019 at 8:37 AM Oh yes, my wise friend. I believe that surely... (nice bright carnations with tiny pink centers, in a vase made of spun glass, delivered by an elf in PJs. hehe) Ann

Caren Krutsinger August 13, 2019 at 3:23 PM "Her sweet laughter can be heard, in the breeze…," - this makes death seem delightful in a way. Ann Foster August 13, 2019 at 4:01 PM Letting go does not always have to mean complete loss. They are still with us in our hearts... Hugs. Ann

Besma Riabi Dziri August 13, 2019 at 11:35 AM "Good Trouble" unfolds what is the heart and mind of a poetess! My pleasure to read your poetry .. Blessings Ann Foster August 13, 2019 at 11:38 AM Humbly, thank you. You are so kind my friend. It is my pleasure... have a wonderous day indeed. Ann