Poem #84

Welcome back! It feels like weeks since our last poem. Those snow days have a way of suspending time.

Anyway, here's one from James. If you remember, his good old dog, Casey, died not so long ago. And, like any good writer, James revisits those big important topics again and again. Here's another one for Casey...

     Casey


  Casey's   soft   fur
  Her   blue   eyes
  Loved   to   carry   balls
  Loved   getting   pets
  You   say   "come,"   comes
  Now   she's   gone
  We   carry   her
  In   our   hearts


Thanks, James!

Goodnight, everyone!