My Soft Toy Dog Frisky
When I was young, I felt very sad
Then Frisky arrived and I was glad
He was a “trashbin rescue with smile,
missing-eye wonder made of soft pile”
He came with me just everywhere
And I whispered secrets in his ear
He was my favorite in the world
My friend when I was a little girl
I know he dried many of my tears
Especially my in-between years
Yes, Frisky was around evcn then
He was a dog that I called a friend
We talked over things. he didn't tell
He couldn't read yet, or even spell
We grew together, but I grew fast
And soft toy dogs can't seem to last.
Looking back now, as days become old
Sometimes I would like Frisky to hold
Soft-hearted toy and my confidant
The best friend a little girl could want.
Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2025
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