For my Rocky…
Rocky will not go quietly
this huge dog who has
shared my life.
In a subtle way he let me know
his spirit still survives.
Old habits still make me think
I hear him barking at the door.
Or step back when I drop
a tasty morsel on the floor.
My feet still go around the place
his food dish use to be
And sometimes coming home at night
I miss him oh so terribly.
And although time
may bring new friends
and a new food dish to fill
That one place
in my heart belongs to
My Ole Rocko and always will.
I miss you Rocky…
Love
Mommy
| Rocky |
| 23, June 2002 |
| Monica |