“A Worrying Cardboard City”

This poem is about one of the last moments I had with my dog Marley before we moved cities. Marley was too sick and could barely walk. We had to put him down. I remember the day we got Marley years before. My sister and I were in my room and it was late at night. My dad comes in with a dark brown jumping puppy. We are beyond ecstatic. My dad tells us to think of names. He tries calming the puppy down since it wasn’t only a surprise for us- but mom too. After five minutes of saying no to all other ideas, we chose Marley. Over the years he collected many names, such as: Marley Monroe, Marley McFarley, and Dingo. I love you Marley and miss you.

“A Worrying Cardboard City”

With each thought the box city seems to grow.

Maybe if I don’t open the blinds it won’t wake what is to come.

It’s okay

I pack, not knowing what the future holds.

Stepping over box city blocks, only to trip on their sharp turns.

It’s okay

I find you by the bathroom door waiting for mom.

I invite you into my weeping city.

It’s okay.

You’re confused but you still let me hold you.

As I flood the streets of the city with tsunami sized tears.

It’s okay.

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