The Years move on but much too quickly,
She came to me late in her life and mine.
I whispered, it’s forever, surely it will be,
Forgetting, life brings changes, in it’s time.
She is royalty to me. I call her Duchess
She follows me around like a tail.
You know, I speak of my dog, I guess
Now my Duchess is gone, I failed
To help her in her time of need.
Words for me are no problem,
I seem to gravitate to them as seed
Does to the plant. Now I’m lost
Without my dog who gave me love
With no conditions, asked nothing
From me but a tummy rub, a pat or
Scratch upon her head or a morsel
Of a treat at times between meals,
And even then, would lick my hand
Or face. That, I reveled in. I ask
You, Lord, to hold her in your arms,
And reassure her that she and I will
Be together once again.
Copyright © 2013 Charles E. Frost
May 21, 2013