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Frisky You'd always follow me to the place Where my lonely heart would melt, Where my dreams could flow Into the brook traveling endlessly nearby. I'd lay in the grass With my heart towards the sky, Your head on my breast, The stuffed bear I needed close by. I'd tell you my sorrow, Yet without words Let me know everything was alright, Through your eyes-I knew I was heard. You helped me to cope with a little girl's pain, Of good times and troubles I felt every day. Only you, my purring ball of cotton Could dab my tears away. |
Additional Notes:
This poem (original, unrevised) has been previously published on my wesite. The original was written at the age of 14, while grieving the death of my first "spiritual advisor"- Frisky, the cat.
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