New Year will come soon
But I have lost my best friend
My New Year will be sad and blue
No wishing my dog a New Year
No hugging her furry body
Or planting a kiss on her snout
No more will she dress for New Years
Either wearing hat or necklace
It will be more quiet tonight
When ball will drop later tonight
This night will be sad
Bringing in the New Year.
This year was sad
This year had gone bad
Lost two from my life
Will next year turn out right?
Will I ever be glad?
Or will I stay sad?
I don’t know now
Will next year be better somehow?
Dogs are love
Smile at you
Waving their tail.
They love unconditinally
Despite some of
Their hardships in life.
They are full of wonder
Which makes it hard
When they pass on
For they share a strong bond
With who ever has
Brought them into their home.
For Christmas here is the second poem that will be published on Spillwords. For today’s poem it is “Great Room at Grandma’s”. Click here to view at Spillwords.com: http://spillwords.com/great-room-at-grandmas/.
This green Christmas Eve
No Chelsey dog will be
Wearing her Merry Christmas bandana.
Her furry soul now in heaven
Only memories of her presence
Linger around this holiday season.
No more presents will she receive
On this now cold Christmas Eve
Only my presents are under tree.
No jingle collar will be heard
As she smiles for a pose
On her favorite time of year.
All is quiet now in house
No dog to say Santa Paws
Will come tomorrow morning.
This Christmas will be sad
For my furry friend now lies dead
Only family will keep me somewhat glad.
Tomorrow, December twenty second you’d be another year older
Your birthday bandana lies forgotten now
As your furry self is gone
No smiling birthday girl dog to sing too
No more singing her name
As she enjoys Dogster ice cream treat
No more opening up her presents
Excited when she sees food or toy
No more will she lick her thank yous
No more will she has presents
Three days before Christmas Day
And more when Christmas comes
No more celebrating my dog, Chelsey’s birthday anymore
Where’s your smiling face which greeted me everyday?
Where you said good morning from your bed
I would see you stretch and yawn; thump your tail in morning greeting.
Saw your smile as I went off to work
Then work on kong getting treats out.
I return; door open you standing on landing wagging tail, smiling down at me;
I would come up to greet you.
You would smile when photos were taken; such a model you were a natural.
Or when you did your zoomies; you stopped and smiling; then continue on with the run.
Oh, how I miss that gorgeous smile which you always made me happy with it.