Inside My Dusty Box of Memories
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For the 'Dusty Box of Memories' Contest of Constance La France
I include a link to another poem that describes how my dear Olllyver revisited me upon his death. I believe it to be true, although I suppose it cannot be proved:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/ollyver_my_beloved_1193617
“What we have once enjoyed we can never lose; all that we have loved deeply, becomes a part of us.” — Helen Keller
On opening
my dusty box of memories,
I found a photo of my darling dog
whose name was Ollyver -
a tiny white Eskimo I had adopted
when he was one year old; I think he’d not been loved.
He cowered around men, and it
was only I he clung to with adoration.
Dear Ollyver
waited each night till I came home.
He’d jump into my arms. His love for me
was unconditional.
Sadly, I had to give him up ten years later.
I was promised he would not be killed. My heart ached
and I spilled many tears hearing
his mournful howl as I made myself walk away.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2025
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