This poem is dedicated to Rosie, who passed away recently. It doesn't have any strict form, but hey, that's life.
Rosie purr purr
“Ooh, look! She’s so pretty!”
purr purr
“She has huge ears”
purr purr
“When are we moving, Mummy?”
purr purr
“She’s been here how long?!”
purr purr
“Look, she found the Blue Blanket”
purr purr
“Do you think she will ever be friends with the new kitten?”
purr purr
“When are we moving Mummy?”
purr purr
“Mu-um, I’m going out with some friends, I’ll be back by 6:30”
purr purr
“What a movie!”
purr purr
“The house looks great now, doesn’t it Rosie?”
purr purr
“I wonder how she’ll handle the puppy…”
purr purr
“Well, it’s about time you two got married!”
purr purr
“That Chook beats up all the cats, except her.”
purr purr
“Hey, Mum, I got the dates for University, I have to move in February.”
purr purr
“I miss my pets…”
… ….
“I’m coming home for the weekend.”
purr purr
“Wow. She has put on weight.”
purr purr
“I’ll be back at uni on Sunday.”
purr purr
“I miss my pets…”
… …
“She didn’t get up”
… …
… …
“I miss Rosie”
Somewhere, purr purr
Dedicated to Rosie, who was always there,
providing the soundtrack for my life
purr purr



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