Paws For Thought
Paws for thought
Broken in pieces strewed across the floor
Each piece a memory of what has been before
I look through the window as it is now raining and beginning to pour
I look into the garden as I have done many times to see and adore
All things are broken but the sunshine still comes through the door
I will remember the times we had forever like the first time you sat on me and held your little paw.
Copyright © Peter Kiggin | Year Posted 2014
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