Childhood memories (true story)
Together we played
On an early afternoon
In the dry high grass we stayed
Falling back, it will all be flat soon
Laughter filled the air
With our young voices so pure
Until a doggy joined the party on short legs and white hair
Is that your doggy I asked, what doggy are you sure?
I said yes look at him running over there, there and there
It has short legs, a white fur and Brown spots
As soon as I spoke, the doggy disappeared, come look at his grave, he is resting right here.
We all sat in silence as we connected the dots
Today I remembered the white short doggy, with the Brown spots.
(C) VanessaM. 2017
