Millie
As she grew old she grew bold
My mom wouldn't let the dogs inside
But the years made her seek comfort despite the risk
Under the kitchen table she would hide
Even though getting caught would be punished with more than a tisk tisk
As she grew old she grew bold
My mom wouldn't let the dogs inside
But the years made her seek comfort despite the risk
Under the kitchen table she would hide
Even though getting caught would be punished with more than a tisk tisk
Her unwavering joy and positive attitude could pull me out of the most cynical and pessimistic mood
A friend to anyone willing to reciprocate
She was stubborn; with a nudge, tender and loving, her will might budge
I will always love her, Millie, the now late
Both of your poems are very good. I enjoy reading your perspective and trying to see the depth of it. I will look for your writing in the future and perhaps some day you will see me in line for an autographed copy of your latest edition.
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