Poetry for #WonderfulWorldofWriting ~ A Poem About Pet Loss

Poetry A Poem About Pet Loss Wonderful World Of Writing Blog Linky

 Poetry A Poem About Pet Loss Wonderful World Of Writing Blog Linky

A Poem About Pet Loss

 

Pets can be so different,

And their owners too;

Different personalities

That come shining through…

 

When they’re no longer there

And only memories remain

We look back fondly at their quirks

Wishing to see them again.

 

Rosie was our pet, our cat

Much joy she brought us too,

I remember when we bought her home

It was so exciting and new…

 

She fitted in the carrier with another kitten,

Skitting here and there,

She was so funny

Yes we were smitten…

 

She had a little nook, a box

Where she often lay,

She’d pop her head up out of the top,

She really made our day!

 

A typical cat, she’d often play

And chase her tail around,

The Queen of funny she really was

A cat or maybe a clown!

 

When you lose a pet, a void appears

a massive gap is left

Empty bowls and beds, less noise, less ‘them’

Leave you feeling quite bereft

 

At times like these I remember

All the funny times and more,

Those snuggles on the sofa,

Cat food all over the floor!

 

Rosie, we will miss you,

But we’re glad your now at rest,

Your cheeky character, exploring nature,

You really were the best!

xXx

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By Carol Cameleon 2017

What’s your happiest memory of your pet?  I’d love to know!  Please comment below or tweet me @AllSortsHere

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“Look through the windows” ~ poem #WonderfulWorldofWriting

Poem ~ “Look Through The Windows”

As I republish this poem in the UK, it’s the time of year that many, many young people are starting school, on whatever level.  And as you read this poem, I believe that the words speak for themselves…

Wonderful World of Writing blog writing linky poem look through the windows and see demolition school learning knowledge 2

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Once upon a time someone took a brick,

Some cement and a trowel and then bit by bit…

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They stacked one brick, then two, then three bricks then four,

On top of each other and then took some more…

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They built some more walls until

there were four,

Added a roof, some windows, a lockable door…

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The building was ready, but who had the key?

They looked at each other saying, “not you or me!”

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“How do you get in?” they wondered aloud,

And looked at the building standing tall and proud…

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Then someone came along with a book and a pen,

Opened the door and said, “Let’s get started then!”…

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And then there followed a sight to behold,

More people walked through the door, I am told…

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It was a doorway to learning, a place to strive,

To do your best, be your best from the age of ’bout five…

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The adults were people, teaching what they knew,

Mr Price, Mrs Hoy, to name one or two…

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They had a yearning to teach all that they knew,

Mr Hunt, Mrs Croxford, the school grew and grew…

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Mrs Hucker, Mr Salton, the school was still growing

With a thirst for knowledge and appetite for knowing…

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Mrs Duckmanton, Mrs Molesworth and others no doubt,

My memory’s foggy, who have I missed out?

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Friendships were cemented, the knowledge was too,

Now the digger’s in the playground and the rubble is too…

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The skyline is changing, it’s a moment in time,

“Do not enter – demolition site” reads the sign…

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Now we look back but ahead to the future,

As the school welcomed a new Head called Miss Luter…

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And through the years we’ve seen staff come and go,

The school moved to a new site “as we learn then we grow”…

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It’s seen so much learning, this building half crumbled

“The end of an era” the old school has mumbled…

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But look through the windows not yet broken and see

Happy memories belonging to you and to me…

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By Carol Cameleon 2016

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