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| Photograph by J. Trent |
Jasper
By John Trent
He spoke to me, “please take me home!”
His gentle smile and puppy brown eyes
Kindness beamed from his youthful face
He touched my soul then wanted to play
Every day as I opened the door,
He greeted with laughter and overwhelming joy
A gentle touch then a game of tug
I caressed his ears and he offered his soul
He spoke to me, “please take me home.”
His gentle old smile and soft brown eyes
Kindness beamed from his white-gray face
He touched my soul, then sighed his last breath
Days have past since his eyes last closed
A distant bark returns a memory’s ghost
He wags his tail and takes his place
“I'm glad your home, boy” as God caresses his face
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