always willing to go
always yes, never no
protector of my daughter
her first time home alone
days so grey I couldn’t imagine telling any one else about –
you were my only confidante
where you are now
i don’t know
but there’ s this place in my heart
where, whenever i call,
i know you’ll come
do dogwoods grow in this country?
if so this spring i’ll plant one where you lie
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Thanks for sharing this warm poem abut man’s best/rue friend. Ah, such love and care. e/s
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