Dehra Adams – Irish Terrier Pat – Poem of the Day
February 23, 2007 1 Comment
Memory leads me and I have to go,
It sweeps my hand along the dog’s rough coat,
And I am on a hearthrug, six years old,
Safe beyond words, fingering his collared throat.
Memory leads me and I have to go,
Up the first stairs that taught me to be brave,
And I am in a bedroom, twelve years old,
Sad beyond words, viewing his garden grave.
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