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.
