A woman of grace <br />came to my place <br />red eyes filled with fog <br />lips pursed on smooth face <br />she had lost her dog <br /> <br />a woman of grace <br />had lived many years <br />had shed many tears <br />had lost many things <br />and now <br />she lost her dog <br /> <br />it was not just a dog <br />it was her log <br />of marking the day <br />then he went away <br /> <br />a woman of grace <br />can not replace <br />that dog <br />now buried in bog <br />ending the race <br /> <br />it's sad when you're old <br />and can't keep a hold <br />of tales to be told <br />so cold with mold <br />and dogs once bold.<br /><br />Liilia Talts Morrison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dog-5/
