|Daisy gets a vacuuming in our old chair....|
My Daisy’s Bear
She’s gone too suddenly
I’d no time to prepare.
So I sit here of an evening
In our broken down old chair
Daisy thought she was a lap dog
She’d jump up in the chair
With me for her daily cuddle
And take a nap up here.
Sometimes she’d bring her bear
Or squeaky duck or mouse.
We’d play a game of catch and shake;
Romping all about the house.
She’d watch the world with me.
Lying there on her rumpled bed.
Or she’d sit beside my recliner
And make me scratch her head.
Now my chair’s half empty.
And broken down and battered
By a heavy man and big old hound
A Fellowship that to us mattered.
I sometimes see her shadow
On my old companion’s bed.
So I keep her old bear by me now
And sometimes scratch her head.
© 2016 by Tom King