She died
Just an hour ago
Left nothing
but her ole dog.
Memories
In that old house
Pour through the windows
of her days long before.
Lonely,
I imagine she wasn't
With that ole dog.
Her chair still rocks
As though she's still there
A secret shared
between best friends.
In her chair
she still sits
Her ole dog,
still,
by her feet.
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