04 May 2010

Unpretentious


Unpretentious –
him, or me, we’ll never know
that he could sing the blues
with harmony made me a fan


Benson’s dead;
he died a day ago, I’ll never
hear his bark again – I’m sad
glory be, I’m awfully sad


Today I looked to where
I’d see his cheerful grin
and hear him greeting me;
he wasn’t there


An emptiness that
understates his latent
modesty encompasses
that vital space


I know he’s in a better
place with canine friends
and only dearest family


I miss you Man –
you made a lasting
mark on me...
© 21 March 2010, I. D. Carswell