Why, Stubby, you CAN’T be dead!
I can’t believe you’ve really gone;
In my mind’s eye I see you still
As I last saw you, on the hill
Above the road on which you died;
I see you also by my side,
All waggly-tailed and sparkly-eyed,
And lying full length on my bed,
Your tail a-wagging as it will,
And eyes so bright that now are still …
How ARE you dead? Where is the spark
That wagged your tail, that made you bark,
That kept you breathing in the dark?
How could you, in one instant, BE,
And in the next, depart from me?
Did you know me at the end?
Did you hear me call your name?
Now you are gone, my little friend,
My life will never be the same.
| Maureen Seth |