I feel sad at the death of my dog,
a loyal companion, and my friend.
Our backyard was a gathering place;
where we'd roughhouse and play without end.
We shared many happy memories,
like long walks in the park every night.
And it's with a heavy, hurting heart
that I say goodbye; he lost this fight.
I will miss the camaraderie
that allowed our hearts free range to roam.
And the instant smile he imparted
when he'd jump with joy when I got home.
Preoccupied with living my life;
I'd sometimes forget to pat his head.
And he got less love than he deserved,
sleeping curled at the foot of my bed.
Willy, it’s time for you to rest now;
I hope we will meet again someday.
But today, I must bid you farewell;
come, visit me in my dreams, my friend.
Categories:
roughhouse, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Quatrain
His evening’s at hand
For me it’s midday
The world rushed bye
Nothing can stay
Confused and befuddled
He’s still dear to me
As a toddler of two
I bounced on his knee
The down on a thistle
Has blown far away
But this morning great grandkids
Did roughhouse and play
Categories:
roughhouse, age, caregiving, grandfather,
Form: Light Verse
This is all about her, that one that is something
different then any of labeled loves
the one you could but didn't
Scared to cheapen the truth of it
You know her, your past present and your hearts
Unfilled hole.
The one who saw you for what made you different
She rough enough to handle a mans innerchild
And will roughhouse with her boys, like wwe diva
She not afraid to wrestle.
The one with determination, and intelligence
soulfull and open to the possibilities
Of spirit in sounds
Down to earth but eloquent
She holds you to Bob Marley
And as free spirited as a moon dance
I miss her curious eyes
And her willingness to give the lost a chance
I miss her cocky drinking mood
That I tthink all her men misunderstood
But I do
But my kind exterior and the truths I denied
Shadowed my aggression and only showed respect
When she needs a man that can remind her she's a
woman
She stays in control but wishes to loose herself
In random moments
I miss you
Categories:
roughhouse, love
Form: I do not know?