Susie's Poem
When I was a pup I loved to run with my siblings.
We played and raced each other around the farm.
Then the people taught me how to run in a circle
and so I did, and I was good, and I was fast.
And then I raced, and I was strong and I was
good and healthy, and oh how I loved to run.
And then suddenly I didn’t run anymore because
my new person was elderly and frail; we watched
a lot of TV.
Then there were more people who didn’t really want me,
but then I went to my last family.
There were two younger dogs there and I liked
watching them play.
The people were good to me, too. They hugged and
kissed me and called me a good girl, even when I woke
them up in the middle of the night.
And I ran then on the days I felt good. Not like before,
but it was good to run because I remembered the old days.
And finally it was time to go and I was sad because I
wouldn’t run anymore.
But I was surprised to find that once I slipped out of my
old body, I could run fast again, fast like the wind, fast
as a thought.
One windy day when a gust of air roars in your ears,
call my name - it just might be me running by, racing the wind.