Treasure Island

Liilia Talts Morrison

(August 20,1937 / Estonia)

A Dog


A woman of grace
came to my place
red eyes filled with fog
lips pursed on smooth face
she had lost her dog

a woman of grace
had lived many years
had shed many tears
had lost many things
and now
she lost her dog

it was not just a dog
it was her log
of marking the day
then he went away

a woman of grace
can not replace
that dog
now buried in bog
ending the race

it's sad when you're old
and can't keep a hold
of tales to be told
so cold with mold
and dogs once bold.

Submitted: Thursday, March 27, 2014
Edited: Friday, March 28, 2014

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Old woman visited me whose beloved dog died

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