A little Yorkie puppy looking lost and so alone, she was the smallest one so we decided to take her home. Quiet and still she’d sleep up on the stairs, hidden in the shadows you wouldn’t know she was there.
The quite little puppy is now fully grown, and runs the whole house just as if it were her own! Bossing the cats and our other dog to, she’s always telling them and us all what to do.
Her short little legs posed in a bossy stance, “I want to go out and I don’t care how, so, stop what you’re doing and take me now!”
With steel coloured curls and silky golden hair, she wants what she wants, and doesn’t care. You can almost see her in high heeled shoes, and her paws on her hips as she’s telling you, “I want it now so don’t get cross, just remember my name’s Baby, and Baby’s the Boss!”
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
First written: 14th July 1997.
This was my Mothers yorkie dog. She lived to about thirteen years old, and unfortunately developed epilepsy and eventually had to be put to sleep because it could not be controlled in the end even with medication.
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As I opened the cardboard box and looked into see, two large round copper coloured eyes, peered up at me, a tiny ball of fluff, a Persian kitten so sweet with a little round head and a long tail to complete.
I picked him up gently, he began to meow wondering, where was his mother, and where am I now? I stroked his cream coloured fur and cuddled him near to comfort and love him and calm him from fear.
From kitten to cat, he still loves to play, and doesn’t seem to mind if it’s night time or day. My companion and friend, I love him with all my heart, we’ll always be together, and never will part.
When I am unhappy, and I cry a tear, He licks my cheek gently as I put my face near, to show his affection, and say “I love you”, I stroke his head gently and say “Billy, I know that you do!”
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
First written: 12th July 1997. In memory of my lovely Persian cat who died aged just over 16 years.
Sent to The International Library of Poetry 15th July 1997
Published in hardback book, ‘Quite Storm’ Spring 1998, also recorded on Poetry to Music via the
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First Written: 7th January 1997
Published in hard back book “Light of The World” and also recorded on “Poetry To Music” via The International Library of Poetry Autumn 1997.
When in Life you feel in total despair and the pain inside seems too much to bear, STOP!,
and think for just a while of how beautiful is the fragrance and colours of the flowers we see,
Trees brought to life by the wind that blows, the glisten of the white crystals so delicate when it snows.
The sunshine giving warmth and the light in the day,
Little animals contented and happy at play.
Rivers that flow and the seas rushing tide, woods and fields spreading so far and wide, hills and mountains reaching so high like strangely shaped giants towards the open sky.
Your family and friends there to lend a helping hand, the rich colour of the golden sand.
There are all of these things and so much more for you and I and for us all.
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
I wrote this poem not long after my husband died.
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