OLIVER, a Pug
We called him “Small”
And his talents were immense,
Not the kind that awed you
But the kind that abided.
He sat on your lap and warmed you.
(No small thing, a Small thing)
He persisted through pain,
(No small thing, a Small thing.)
And taught us what dogged is.
(The quintessence of Small)
He never minded being last,
(No small thing, a Small thing.)
Yet he stood guard regardless.
(A very Small thing.)
We often may forget
When a small thing departs
But Small still guards his place
In the laps of our hearts.
August 25, 2011
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