Fritzy

Morning dark and silent Floor cold on my feet… Faint Kitchen light Darkness easing in… Cow's milk in a teflon pot.. Gas Turned On.. Match struck… Blue Wind Flowers In a sudden puff… You were so small You could fit in my armpit You were my first kid I was your shepherd herder 2 acres of land to roam You stayed pretty close to home Except for that one time…. You wondered to the neighbor's house Faced down 3 dobermans And lived to bark about it… You were the world's worst hunting dog And the world's best feet warmer Always curled up at my feet Woke me up every morning Licks to the face Nestled to neck Left you to go to college You moved to Florida with grama and grampa You passed away Never got to say goodbye When I heard I cried… Not a manly stoic cry But the sobbing bubbly cry… of a father losing his son… Goodbye my Fritzy Goodbye my first little one Goodbye my little armpit warmer… Goodbye…