As a young kid back in the hood,
It was just me and a pet friend~
He was the joy of my childhood~
His remembrance would never end.
I called him Pup as a puppy,
Because the poops he made me pack,
Whenever he ate hushpuppy~
Which I enjoyed as a noon snack.
His name later changed to Hot Dog,
When that became his preferred meal.
At mealtime he'd happily jog,
Since dog food was then his raw deal.
He assisted in all my chores,
He followed me to every place~
He used to greet me on all fours,
From home to school, he kept his pace.
While returning home from my school,
On one hot summer afternoon,
He fell and got drowned in a pool,
To his death, I failed to attune.
Years passed, his memory lives on,
No pet made such a huge impart~
Of those beautiful days bygone,
His pawprints linger in my heart.
Gilded in a shroud of leaves
Some of my favorite yet so abundant
They will hold you till you are no more
Yet so much more than what you once were.
My sweet, lets let you sleep.
The road will be dark
It will be cold
But it's the end of a strifeful live
One you help me fight through
So sweet and trusting and ever loving
Your love was one of the few things I cherished
And I rage at the thought of it being gone.
But your not, you never will leave.
Let us fade who we became
And be what we were once meant to be
You a beautiful beast, glorious and glamorous in every right.
Me..let's not think of me my sweet.
Let's just think of how beautiful life will be.
Your flowers will bloom with deep reds and blues.
The trees will have thick rings for years to come.
And you will sit, always watching.
Always waiting.
For that one last touch
That I will always give.
Out on the veranda,
His head upon his paws,
With the coloring of a panda,
Lazy smile upon his jaws.
Dreams fleeting, like a mouse!
Birds are safe for a while.
Mother said, "Cat, get out of the house!
You're too much, your cunning and guile."
But, not to worry, my cat's asleep;
Dreaming of tomorrow's fun:
Exploring where the shadows peep;
Chasing butterflies at a run!
He lies there, still as death-
The picture of perfect peace.
Mother said, "Keep up with him, Beth,
Or mischief will never cease."
The rug frayed, the curtain in shreds;
He is still my best friend.
Boughs wave gently over his head;
The wrong he's done, he did not intend.
My cat creeps so silently in dream,
So curious and so playful,
Tasting such luscious bowls of cream,
Lean, so sleek, joyous, so fanciful!
Through the challenges of this messy life,
I can always
count on my
faithful
friend.
Picture 2
I love my puppet beaver, my best friend
A gift to me my auntie gave, he never does pretend
Oh, how can I promulgate that he's a special friend
He makes me laugh when winter days seem like they'd never end
Sometimes I wonder how he chose to come to me
I love the way we laugh and play upon my knee
I have a special bond with him beyond compare
At times I do believe we breathe similar air
He never frowns inside my frenetic hand
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