puppy’s taut leash-shadow vibrates with energy

he’s matured, a bit, so now it wobbles and droops

later, when senior years prevail, his leash will vanish

as it, and he, both trail behind so I might no longer see

teal accents, a sunflower or two

pads of paper, an assortment of pens

framed photo of a blue daisy

poking its head among fallen leaves

a woven basket, giant copper paper clips

token keychains, fond recollections

truly, it is the little things

joyful contributions to lives well-lived

cold puts the chill into a sunshiny day

lovely to look at out the window

but fierce and mean in the out of doors

o, banisher of the gloomy day

rectangles of light on winter rug

puppy, too, revels in your warmth!

~ for you, Daddy

we all have a few, don’t we?

funny, quirky family folklore,

-isms that are hilarious

to no one else but ourselves