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For My Duke
With aging hands, the old woman worked painstakingly with each fold.
Along with her patience, came a flood of memories for her to hold.
She hadn't always had patience with him as a pup, though, she'd admit.
He was big, boisterous, unruly, clumsy, and didn't like the cage one bit.
What he did love was food, chasing sticks, and protecting that old person.
The closer people came to her, his lips would snarl, his bark would worsen.
He did his job so well and stayed by her side, but now it didn't seem fair.
The two had to part ways on this earth and no longer were that pair.
As she finished up the origami she now held in her frail palm,
It was her wish to sprinkle sugar on the paper, a magical sort of balm.
Maybe if she did just that, he would come back to life, fly back to her?
Oh, what she wouldn't give to once again touch his coarse, black fur!
About the Creator
Shirley Belk
Mother, Nana, Sister, Cousin, & Aunt who recently retired. RN (Nursing Instructor) who loves to write stories to heal herself and reflect on all the silver linings she has been blessed with :)
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