Ode to the Bulldog

Fall 2007

I was proud to be called your grand daughter
On the day of your funeral
In front of so many sad people
Who knew and loved you all these years
I was proud to hear you called a pioneer
All of your accomplishments had been dually noted
And you were dressed up so nice in that black tux of yours

 

You were my favorite superhero
I wanted powers like yours
To wield the world with my charm
And never forget about the underdog
You showed us all
How to be a good person
You were both kind and strong
And I believe the skies seem different
Since you decided to move up there into them

 

And like a little girl I cry for you
Like a child lost without anyone's hand to hold
I weep for you in such a way
And I think it was the birthday cards
Not so much the birthday cake
That was the best part
I fashioned my years around what you would say
But I swear I will never ever forget
Listening to Tony Bennett in your Lincoln
And singing along with you
How I will miss that until I meet you again