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Sandy

He was only a puppy
A golden retriever
I would whistle and beckon
but he wouldn't leave her
For she was his owner 
His only true friend 
and he stayed with my sister
Right up to the end .

In her early twenties
She found that lump in her breast
In the fight for her life 
She must now invest
I remember so well 
The tears in our home 
Dad bought her that dog 
That she so wanted to own .

She must find the courage 
To stand and to fight 
Sandy made her smile
Much to my parents delight 
Only a small boy 
I wanted to play 
In her moments of darkness
My sister pushed me away .

He was only a puppy 
A golden retriever
I would whistle and beckon 
but he wouldn't leave her
For she was his owner
His only true friend
and he stayed with my sister
Right up to the end .

I played schoolboy games
She fought like a tiger
I climbed little tree's
She was climbing the Eiger
Sandy was there
To help her recover 
I know he understood
Much more than her little brother.

I remember the doctor 
Claiming she was in remission 
Now I played with Sandy
With my sisters permission 
I took him for walks 
Because I had energy to burn 
but I knew something was wrong 
When the doctor returned .

He was only a puppy
A golden retriever
I would whistle and beckon
but he wouldn't leave her 
For she was his owner 
His only true friend 
and he stayed with my sister 
Right up to the end .

Sad realisation
No more can be done 
Tearful birthday 
As she turned thirty one 
When I close my eyes 
I still see sandy's head on her knee
My sister finding the courage 
To smile for me .

Bed in the living room 
She can't climb the stair
When the lord called her name
Sandy was there
When I heard him whimper 
I knew my sister had gone 
Up until that very last moment
He had helped her stay strong .

He was only a puppy 
A golden retriever
I would whistle and beckon
but he wouldn't leave her
For she was his owner 
His only true friend 
and he stayed with my sister
Right up to the end .

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 3/19/2014 11:57:00 PM
Gosh, what a sad story. It seemed like a ballad to me or something. because you kept repeating the one part. I really enjoyed this one. Our pets are such a source of love for us when we are feeling down.
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Darren Watson
Date: 3/24/2014 12:05:00 PM
Delighted you liked the poem Andrea.. We were burgled before I left home , So when I bought my house , I bought a couple of German Shepherds . Soft as teddy bears whilst I'm there ,
Date: 3/13/2014 6:03:00 PM
touching story... SKAT
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Darren Watson
Date: 3/13/2014 7:19:00 PM
Thank you SKAT .
Date: 3/13/2014 3:48:00 PM
I am happy you wrote this my friend. I too have lost a sibling..My brother passed 14 years ago..I helped raise his two kids..I have never written about his situation either....This brings tears to my eyes...what a wonderful tribute........Tim
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Darren Watson
Date: 3/13/2014 7:18:00 PM
My heart goes out to you Tim . I know how that hurt feels , Yesterday I was full of regret after writing this . It hurt so much but today I feel much better , It needed to be done . A kind of therapy I suppose . Thank you for the kind comments.
Date: 3/13/2014 1:26:00 PM
I have tried to write this piece a thousand times but it hurt too much and I put it off . I was being a coward. There is a very beautiful young woman on this site named, ILyeza Thomas. After reading her work I knew what real courage was and knew it was time to man up. Please read her work , She is truly inspiring.
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Date: 3/13/2014 11:26:00 AM
Dear Darren - How clearly you express your loss through Sandy's sad brown eyes. Your repetitive use of the last paragraph is hauntingly striking. I'm sorry you had to lose her Darren. love Kathy
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Darren Watson
Date: 3/13/2014 1:38:00 PM
Thank you Kathy for such lovely comments.
Date: 3/12/2014 10:35:00 PM
Darren, Sandy, sounds to be your sisters best friend. This is a lovely and heartfelt tribute.... Linda
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Darren Watson
Date: 3/13/2014 1:36:00 PM
Yes Linda , You are right of course . My mother fussed over my sister and my sister hated that , I think she herself needed someone to fuss over and Sandy was that someone . He also demonstrated unconditional love every day of his life .My sister didn't need words , She needed the kind of love Sandy gave her.
Date: 3/12/2014 6:57:00 PM
Oh Darren I write with tears in my eyes. Such a sad poem beautifully written. Jan x
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Darren Watson
Date: 3/13/2014 1:29:00 PM
Thank you Jan . I was a schoolboy when my sister died it has taken me a long time to write this but I feel my sister Pauline will be walking Sandy in heaven now and smiling .

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