Our Little Friend (A Poem)

A white friend,

You dreamt of,

When your friend was grey.

Tail not wagging,

But happy, you knew,

Happily waiting.

Years later, you met,

And you remembered the dream.

A messenger in white…

I am the start,

Of the rest of your life;

Follow me,

I will guide you,

And all will be well.

And you can tell,

Me many tales,

Of how your old life fell,

Through your fingers.

Of how you had to let go,

To catch something new:

Something borrowed,

Something blue.

Why else do you think I visited you?

We said goodbye,

And a thank you,

Hoping that one day,

It will be our turn,

To visit you.

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Published by Gavin Whyte

I am the author of the modern-day fables The Girl with the Green-Tinted Hair, and Happiness & Honey, plus several other works of fiction.

3 thoughts on “Our Little Friend (A Poem)

  1. Uncertainty, acceptance, patience and blowing away… Too much to learn from Ballon’s life and its all so similar to human life.. This poem just gave so many thoughts…

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