April 18 - My Daisy's Bear

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