Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Ode to A Calico



Your hair is everywhere

But usually on my bed

The place you came to cuddle

And liked to sleep on top my head


Sometimes while I was reading

You’d sprawl out on my tummy

It made it hard to breathe

But I still thought it was funny


At the sound of a can opener

You would run into the room

Where you are right now

I only can assume


I will miss your little head bashing into my face

And never seeing you again

I know just aint the case


So somewhere down the road

Where we meet I’ll have to guess

But I will bring a can of tuna

And make us TNS

1 comment:

MOM said...

I love that picture! Nice poem... you are a regular Longfellow. Really, it is very Jasmine. Maybe Steve won't need quite so much allergy medicine now when he comes over. And Alicia was at the Tag Sale too... I forgot it was so long ago. Sweet Jazzy crack... sound of my heart breaking

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