Ode To My Molly

All I have left is a collar
And a well worn metal dog-tag
I don’t have my beautiful doggy
With the tail I used to make wag,
But I know I always can find her
In the mirror of my mind
And when I’m tramping our trails
Everywhere I look she’s entwined,
If I only could call yesterday back
The tablets of time to retrace
I’d give – whatever I had to
If she was again in my space,
My thoughts will ever be with her
Never too far from my heart
Enduring, lasting, and treasured
Til we’re no longer apart,
[Together we had our sanctums
Her window, her tree, our walks
I could tell anything to my Molly
Because … a “puppy” never talks!]
All I have left is a collar
And a sense she’ll ever be near
All I have left is her memory
Her picture … and a tear!

D.C. Butterfield