I thought about
you earlier today but I didn't understand why.
I see your face
when I look at her and everytime I cry.
I often find my
self, calling her your name.
And I wish it
were you every time we play a game.
You’ve helped my
through some rough times, Lord, knows you were always there.
I used to think
you look so smart, the way you’d sit and stare.
You’d always
lend a thoughtful ear, a problem you’d never miss.
And I miss the
way, on my cheek you’d lay a little doggy kiss.
I know you’re
gone for good now, though it is hard for me to see.
That you won’t come
when I call your name, it will always be just me.
I know you
didn’t leave me empty handed, you left me a part of you.
And, I will
always remember how much you loved me, and the thoughtful things you’d do.
It is hard for
me to realize no more cookies you will
Mooch.
And, it is hard
for me to say goodbye, so rest is peace, my pooch.
(Carly
Dinwiddie)
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