Sad
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Oh, she is quite frail now and very old,
when she walks you can tell she is in pain;
loves a nap in the sun and hates the cold,
beautiful, I whisper- my tears like rain.
Oh, please time stop clicking, I scream in vain,
all she gives is unconditional love;
its hard to think of her dwelling above,
she is an old cat and is my best friend.
Oh, her death- sorrow hard to let go of,
I held her to my heart until the end . . .
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September 24, 2016
Poetry/Dizain/Sad
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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