As long as I live will I ever remember
Those bright eyes shining under the table,
Of a black and tan kelpie, who was silently saying:
“Will you be my friend? Can I be yours, too?
“Can we be friends?—yes! the best of. And if you
Love me, fun me, feed, and de-flea me,
I’ll guard and care for you, and ever be there,
For you’ll be my friend—yes!—and I’ll be yours, too.”
She was my ‘best of…’, and I loved her and kept her
Til, old, deaf and blind, she lay down and died.
Then gone were the walkies, my petting this pal,
But memories, good memories, will ever remain.
Memories, dear memories, so near and so dear,
Of a woofity pal who just wanted a friend.
Thanks, Mum, for Tammy, with her bright eyes so shining,
Who sat ’neath the table waiting for me.
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #27