A Best Friend
She walked her dog though stooped by old age
Her eyesight was fading removed from each page
No matter the weather each day without fail
In sun and in rain, in snow and in hail
Prince was led on his lead through the park
By the river sometimes but never when dark.
We met now and then through the medium of dogs
Without them I doubt if we’d exchange many words
I learned that she taught many years in the town
And remembered the pupils now they had all grown
Now in her nineties life was beginning to ebb
Both her and on Prince, caught in its web
No walks no lead no dog now to see
The ambulance came to her home around three
The sirens were loud and the lights flashing blue
The mourners formed an orderly queue.
I still walk my dog but I noticed last week
That Prince was enjoying some hide and some seek
A young lad was throwing his ball to and fro
Prince knew at once where to run and to go
Then I thought for a moment on what I was seeing
A change of pace, of trust and of being
What a Best Friend really is.