Bailey by Donna Mills / your friend and goddess

We have a secret, you and I,
That no one else shall know.
For who but I can see you lie
In the sun’s golden glow?

And who but I can reach my hand
Before we go to bed
And feel the living warmth of you
And touch your silken head?

And only I walk woodland paths
And see ahead of me,
Your small form racing with the wind
So young again and free.

And only I can see you play
By every brook we pass.
And when I call no one but I
Can see the bending grass.


My heart and soul will always wear the paw prints left by you.
15, June 2012
Donna Mills