Simba,
I still call you when I come in the door;
Simini!
I call your name and you don’t come.
I go to bed and cry.
I long for your gentle pat, your purr.
A bittersweet memory forever in my heart.
This is in memory of you.
Simba, white as snow.
When your’re cold, an orange glow.
When you’re hot
pink is about.
Crossed eyes love abounds,
crooked tail round and round.
A pink tongue hanging out
amid drool is what you’re about.
Your gentle pat and nudge of love
on my cheek
will remain forever sweet!
Janet A Richetti
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