Rocky by Monica

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…




23, June 2002