Nostalgia is quite like a: Nostalgia is quite like a grain of sand isn't it? How something so light can be so heavy, I will never know. Amazing write. I am so happy that you still write.
Whatever brought you to the writing of this poem.... I do hope the fleeting memory at least brings a smile or two.
When it comes to a transgender…: When it comes to a transgender
I'm no Eddie Murphy acolyte
When over I bend a transgender
I'm sorry but something's not right
If I notice something is wagging
I realize it's not a tail
If I don't want to start gagging
I'll say goodbye and run like hail
I am so sorry you have had to: I am so sorry you have had to experience this. My chihuahua is more than ten years old (she was a rescue), and we know the day is drawing near. I happen to believe, however, that a couple of Scriptures suggest all of God's creation will be restored---not replaced but repaired from the damages of death. I think our beloved pets will be in Heaven. (Scripture teaches that Jesus has a horse there---Revelation 19:11). Through my sixty-five years, six special dogs have been part of my life, and I fully expect to enjoy their company in Heaven.
Thank you very much. I: Thank you very much. I appreciate the time you've given and the wishes. Who knows what time may hold. Perhaps the dandelion seed finds it's home.
Thank you, sir, both for your: Thank you, sir, both for your grasp and sympathies.
They were - are - very special, indeed. Such that the torment, itself, is a monument to just how much so.