Presence of Essence

I wake in the morning

With a sense of longing,

I wish you about

As I walk our route,

With a squeakie in my pocket

That is now my locket.

I feel your essence

I miss your presence.

 

Your toys in the room

Have an aura of gloom,

Your bedding now cold

From lack of your hold,

The biscuits that I bought

They remain in their sport.

I feel your essence

I miss your presence.

 

Your bark of protection

Your inquisitive expressions,

Your affection licks,

Your mischievous tricks,

These all comprise your aura of essence,

Oh, how I miss your four-legged presence!

(WinstonCRogers.net)

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I would like to thank Judy from WinstonCRogers.net for her kind permission to publish her poems on my blog.