Snow…

 

 

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I remember the thick blanket of snow

When I was eight years old

I found a stray dog on my way home from school

I carried him home, thinking my mother

would let me keep him

I sat him on the doorstep,

rushed to tell her of the little friend I had found

Her answer was no, but she did however,

let me take a bowl of lentil soup for him

Surprised to see him still there

I say in the cold wishing I was an adult

Then he would be inside with me in the warm

It broke my heart to finally shut the front door on him

And I never did see him again…

©AnitaDawes

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