Lady   2 comments


She can’t speak in words,
But I know what she wants.

The day has grown long.
Little feet yearn for rest.

But she can’t sleep yet.
She needs to find her friend.

“Daddy will help you,”
I say as I get up.

“She must be somewhere.
Let me see where she went.”

We look in her toys.
We look under the chair.

Finally I see her,
laying with the laundry,

A light brown stuffed dog,
Lady without the Tramp,

My daughter’s true love

Joshua A. Woodard


2 responses to “Lady

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  1. Reblogged this on The Arkside of Thought | Poetry, Philosophy, Politics & Life and commented:
    Sweet. Very sweet. 🙂

  2. Love this soooooo much

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