Picky & His Momma
His Momma always thought that she'd go first.
Her health it appears had been terminally cursed.
Her dog was a great source of comfort for her.
Picky was her baby all would concur.
Picky was her constant loving companion,
never leaving Momma's side when she was bed ridden.
Momma always thought Picky would be there by her bedside
up to that final day when Picky's last kiss would kiss his Momma good bye,
but Picky got ill. Soon after, Picky died.
Understandably Picky's Momma was heartbroken.
Picky's Momma's last day would not be shared with him,
but had Picky seen his Momma be the first to depart,
most certainly soon after Picky would have died of a broken heart.
Picky devoted his entire life to you
not just out of love but emotional dependence too.
Picky's life would be sorrow without his Momma.
Picky never would have survived such an emotional trauma.
Sweet Nancy (Picky's Momma) you probably don't even realize it
but you gave your sweet, loving Picky a wonderful departing gift
and in return Picky will greet you when the time comes
at that place where we all will eventually and eternally be among
all of our departed fur babies and all of our lost loved ones.
See my Only One Moment blog:
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry_blog/blog_detail.aspx?BlogID=7332&PoetID=16853
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