Her Heart
She will always
be my last—
last dog,
last thought.
Blind and deaf,
I held her
when the stroke came,
felt her heart
against the pulse
inside my arms.
She left
her shadow
in my heart.
Her name
was Molly.
Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille of 44-words about a dog. Some images created with Midjourney; all writing is authentically my own original work.©Misky 2006-2026.
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