Soft and beautiful to the touch
Yes, touch has a memory
You were once a babe in arms
Too soon you stepped off this stage.
Too young they said
Who were they to pass remark?
I’m the one left grieving
You bore your illness with dignity
You fooled many
I played along, could not deny you?
We had our quarrels you and I
Yet you never held a grudge
As you lay at my feet each night.
I watched you grow from playful pup
A tail wag always told its own story.
(c) Chris Black 2017.