Remembering Zoey by Libby Hathorn

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Night time

Sleep time

Sky dark blue

Night time

Dream time

Think of you…

 

Old dog I miss you

On the end of my bed,

Wonder where

You’re wandering now,

And why they never said

Where you went

Or the reason why—

S’pose they thought

I’d cry and cry—

But I’d have liked

To say goodbye.

 

Night time

Sleep time

Sky dark blue

Always,

Zoey,

Think of you.

 

Source: Talks with my skateboard by Libby Hathorn

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