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Ode to a Dear Friend
I remember
Those days at the beach
Acting like lunatics
Kicking up the sand
Chasing the gulls
Digging for crabs
We had fun
Didn't we?
I remember
That evening with the storm
We huddled together
Trying to escape
The bright flashes of light
And loud bangs
We were such scaredy-cats
Weren't we?
I remember
That night my world changed
A single tragedy
Turned everything upside-down
You were there, my rock
My shoulder to cry on
I never thanked you for soaking up my tears
Did I?
I remember
That morning at the RSPCA
You looked at me
With those big, brown eyes
Needing me
Little did I know
I needed you too
Didn't I?
I remember
Today, when I walked outside
And you couldn't stand up
To greet me
We met, it seems, a lifetime ago
We were both so young
You left me behind
How could you age so quickly?
I remember
The vet telling me
It could have been a stroke
But you should be okay
With some rest
I hope, with all my heart, her words are true
But I know you will leave me soon
Won't you?
Goodbye may seem eternal
Farewell seems like the end
But in my heart's the memories
And there, you'll always be
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Comment by: Anne - 2007-02-19 19:24
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| I know those feelings . lost my dog 5 months ago he was eleven . Very well written |
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| What grace. |
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Dear Tracey,
Having had a dog I loved dearly for 16 years, I understand quite a bit as to many of the feelings involved.
As to the poem itself, it is constructed very neatly, with the middle stanza letting us know it is a pet to which you refer.
Keep up the good work!
--James |
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| Similarly, at the beginning I thought it was a girl you were talking about. I like how you subvert our expectations. Very good. |
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Tracey,
This moved me, nice style in revealing who the friend was late - the sentiment throughout rolls in a gentle pace.
I've got a smelly-old-bad-tempered Jack Russell Terrier, who's approaching 12 now & it still seems like yeaterday she was eating socks (something she has thankfully outgrown) and barking at anything that moved (something that she'll never outgrow) - it touched nerve for me, so much so that I'm feeling duty bound to take the Mojo (her name) for a walk.
Thanks. |
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