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.