MY GRANDMA'S DOG (A poem I wrote when I was 15)

MY GRANDMA’S DOG


My Grandma’s Dog is big and tall
She loves it when I throw her ball
I throw her ball into the air
The dog, she jumps to catch it there

I met the dog when I was young
The first part I met was her tongue
From that day we became great friends
We’d play until the day would end

We’d run and jump, play hide and seek
Then on her stomach, I’d fall asleep
The dog was like a giant to me
I loved her so much – every flea

When I left she’d whine and howl
And I’d cry til we left town
From my grandma’s house we’d drive away
And on my bed the dog would stay

As my life went on and on
From my mind the dog had gone
My great friend, lost from my mind
My memory of her had become blind

Replaced with girls, school and sport
No time to give her a thought
I wonder now if she missed me then
If she knew I missed her now and again

Last time I saw her, she wasn’t so tall
She was old but still wanted to play ball
She still gave her me her big dog smile
Even though I hadn’t seen her for a while

I was told the dog slept on my bed on the day
When death decided to take her away
My life now still goes on and on
I miss the dog now she has gone.