My aunt owned one dog named Linus, the other Bezel <br />But her favorite animal was a frog, <br />I do not know why but she had so many figures of them, <br />You could jog them. <br /> <br />She would either consider each her or him, <br />Then she started to name each one of them. <br />No matter what the weather she had two in the car, <br />And she took them everywhere near or far <br />And if she was a drinker I swear they could go to the bar. <br /> <br />I do not know why, to me they are slimy, not cool, <br />But had I have said that to her she would say I was cruel. <br />I think all they do is drool; she thought they were not a fool. <br />Most of what she had was frogs, they where her first aid tools. <br />They were her design, her car seat covers and her license plate, <br />This is one of the things that make me want to forget her death date. <br /> <br />She was lovely and frogs were her favorite, <br />She thought they were cute, and all kids innocent, <br />She stood what she believed in, never was mute, <br />She knitted and crusaded instead of playing the flute. <br /> <br />She believed in God, so now is heaven, <br />And gets all the frogs she wants, and probably has more than 77, <br />I love her and miss her she was the best of all aunts I have had. <br />Sometimes thinking of her death makes me mad, <br />What makes it so bad, is she died on my birthday, <br />I knew it may happen one day, but why then? <br />I guess that is when God wanted her.<br /><br />Rita Hawkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/frogs/
