Bailey 2 Poem by Alice Silvers

You were my soldier, standing tall and proud. Always ready to do anything. You would march ahead of me. Protecting me from any harm. People would gawk in awe at you, you were so gorgeous. I was so proud to claim you as my own, my one and only. I remember so many times watching the sunset as we walk down the road. You were always ahead, as if making sure we were safe, prepared for anything. Memories like this make my eyes fill with tears, knowing you fought and won many, many battles and in the end it was a small needle that brought you down, out for good. My tears start to slowly fall down my face as I now come to realize my soldier will never again be by my side.