Poco,forever Friend

Poco,forever Friend short poem

Uploaded by Delores Noal

She looks at me with soulful eyes;her brows raised in a question
She looks almost like she is smiling,all I have to do is make the suggestion

Don”t even have to say a word,Just pick up the leash and put on my shoes.
Her ears perk up,her tail begins to wag,from the side she doesnt look like a dog,more like a miniature stag,

She runs like the wind,the white tip of her tail like a flag,
She sleeps under the covers,In the middle of the bed,And at the faintest slight noise,up pops her head

So full of energy she loves to run,figure eights and circles,she has so much fun,Like a tiny racehorse,she leaps and she bounds,high like a rabbit,not like a hound,

She’s been my friend through everything,she never leaves my side,She heard me singing and laughing,She was there when I cried

She is ever faithful to me,She is never unaware,I don’t even have to call her,she is there,

We are growing old together,she’s aging just like me,And when our time here is done,It’s her heaven I hope to see

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Delores Noal

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Born in Michigan,1950 moved to California,1976 Have five children,16 grandkids,6 great grand kids Proffesional Chef and Kitchen manager work ihss for ex love to read,and love music
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