Elsa

Because I miss my dog.

Freya Carolyn

1/17/20261 min read

I rocked her gently in my arms like a child,

Made her do gymnastics

Played hide and seek

And held her hand the whole long while.

She arrived, warm like melted chocolate

Soft like clouds in my palms.

Little chicken, I called her

Her baby thighs curled in my hands.

Angel eyes, gentle cries

Licking her lips for McDonalds fries

Loverly, I told her

Squish-squashing her between all my love.

Starry-eyed even on her deathbed

Planting kisses all over her furry head

Nose against nose, claw on claw

I’ll never let go of your precious little paw.