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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Hi. I wrote this in dedication to my dog. He has been my biggest support and I love him dearly. After having him for 16years I was faced with the reality that he won't live forever as he suffered from a terrible seizure. I wrote this poem out of the emotions I felt.


I saw a little girl, far away, sitting quietly

This girl, even I could tell, was crying


To this girl I curiosity ask, "Why is that you are crying?"

"I cannot move, He will not move"


I nuge her little hands, why won't she move?

Her hands dyed scarlet,  she held nothing in her hands


To this girl, I curiosity ask, "What do you hold in your hands?"

Lips sealed, this little girl behind to shake and quiver


Without thought, on demand, I too start to shake and quiver

Welding tears, my eyes are no longer my own


There is a body now, cold but once my own

He was unresponsive to my shakes and quiver


Lips pressed, she glares at my quiver

To this woman, the girl curiosity ask 'What do you hold in your hands?"


The little body laid uncomfortably limp in my hands

She pushes and pushes but I do not move


"He will not move, I cannot move"

To this woman, the girl curiosity ask " Is this why you are crying"?


This woman, even the little girl could tell, was crying

The little girl saw a woman, far away, stranded, quietly sitting.

Submitted: September 20, 2020

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