My Pink & White Dog

When I close my eyes and picture
I think of the…
Marshmallows dancing, melting on it’s fur,
forming different patterns on it’s downy pillow-like body,
Eyes like obsidian,
full of mystery and wonder as it looks around.

Deep inside she’s grateful,
chosen to be the special toy of a child
from when it was born to be treasured forever

She talks of mysterious planets,
her old home and memories.
As she does her warm heart caring for me,

Nowadays it tumbles in the wash like a trapeze artist in the circus,
trails on the floor collecting dust, wishing to restart life.
Pink and white fading and stretched from age
but in my heart she still has a meaningful connection,
even when she lies in bed forgotten and alone,
It will come back to me.
When I close my eyes and picture her.