Goldie by Hannah / Hannah

The first time I saw you swiming in the Wal-Mart tank I said to my granndma, “I want that fish,” and I pointed to Goldie. Sure she chased my other fish from food and other things. You had moved from from a meadiem tank to a punch bowl to a ten-gallen tank. But whene I saw that you werene’t moving I said,” Daddy, is Goldie dead,” But I knew she was. When we flust her I remembered all of the good times. And then I grined. And went on with my other fish.


I won't forget you,