I’m laid back in my recliner

looking at  white clouds

that change their shape

as they pass by.


And I see the little white dog

that I lost three years ago.


I can’t forget

that little white dog

no matter how I try.


If there’s anything nearby

to remind me of his presence

It triggers  memories

that cling so to my heart

and are so easily revived.


A touch of sadness comes

and briefly, I’m undone.

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