Jackson, My JacksonA Poem by Cecelia
My beloved "Furry" child who fills my heart every day...
I know you must have the soul of a dove,
You’re always purring and cooing with love.
Then there you go, tearing around the house.
That’s your sister stupid, there is no mouse.
Come on! Get your foot outta my plate.
I put out your food, and you just ate.
My keyboard! Look at what you’ve written!
You’re testing me, you pesky kitten.
Your fur so soft rubs against my leg.
I’m putty, can’t resist when you beg.
You know you are spoiled! What do you want now?
I’ll give you some milk…. not buying the cow.
You look at me with soft golden eyes,
OH! Whatever!..No limit!..The skies!
© 2011 Cecelia
Shell Knob, MO
AboutOlder than Missouri dirt(72), I live in the Ozarks on Table Rock Lake with my husband of more than 30 years and our 5 cats who adopted us over the years. Have 5 children, 12 grandchildren, 3.5 great .. more..
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