The afternoon of the day You left me, I took you for a walk. Your eyes bright, steps eager I threw a ball, and for a moment You were there, made real by my heart. I threw away my copy of old yeller In films I ask ‘does the dog die in this?’ But I know the ending of this story And I can’t rip up this book When the vet scanned your heart last year Mine cracked a little. A murmur An echo of future pain I started trying to read more slowly Make the book last longer. The last time we walked, I am glad it was in the woods you loved Even with the memory of you…
Daily Doodles are almost certainly created under the following restrictions:
1. Lunchtime (i.e. <1hr) 2. Based upon a provided topic (you may suggest one) 2. Based upon a topic that appeared in my head 3. MUST DO ONE EVERY DAY 4. Rules are for wimps GO
What _would_ Patrick McGoohan do??
get your affairs in order