Emily Elizabeth
The beanbag pillow,
Rug by the bed,
Silver colored food dish.
Crumbled milk bone,
Frayed and soiled leash,
Collar to match.
A lilac in bloom
at the spot where she
always waited,
Listening for the sound of
my car to approach,
her tail wagging.
Now by that lilac is
her spot for eternity,
I sometimes forget and look there for
my devoted Emily Elizabeth.
inland empire girl, April 2009
THIS IS JUST BEAUTIFUL!! You certainly have a talent for writing!
ReplyDeleteEmily Elizabeth. And lilacs. Just a wonderful piece for a cold, gray day such as today. xoxox
ReplyDeleteI love this sweet tribute to your dear Emily Elizabeth. So sad that we can't keep them around longer.
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