Jessie

Since I was eight I have had her;
she is snow white.
It is like rubbing your hand through
longgggg carpet.

She is the weight
of three containers of strawberries,
once only fitting in my hands
now cradled in my arms.

She reminds me of my sister...
wandering off all the time;
I feel special to own her.
She is like a sister to me,
Barking all the time.

If I could ask her anything
“Do you love me?”
she wags her tail frantically,
jumps up
and licks my face.