Almedia Knight Oliver
Man And His Dog - Poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
Here, here, here, Princess
My little puffball
My baby girl wants
a Christmas tree, yet
we can't have both, come
let me brush your silky mane
My, my, my girl!
May I manage the black streak
that waves your back?
Time is slowly gnawing away the years
that I can't hold back, nor the memories
Of when I was a tot
Depressingly, I'm not!
Don't howl girl, I feel your pains
Distressing your back and legs.
Sorry girl, time can't be turned back
Just slowly moving forward in my space
'Princess dig a hole
I'll bury your bones'
Beneath the ground
lay man and his dog.
[ I'm still pondering why I wrote this poem. My grand daughter wrote ('River, Tide, Run'on poem hunter by Ilana Sabio] before I wrote mine. She doesn't know why she wrote it ]
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