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Sandy

He was only a puppy A golden retriever I would whistle and beckon but he wouldn't leave her For she was his owner His only true friend and he stayed with my sister Right up to the end . In her early twenties She found that lump in her breast In the fight for her life She must now invest I remember so well The tears in our home Dad bought her that dog That she so wanted to own . She must find the courage To stand and to fight Sandy made her smile Much to my parents delight Only a small boy I wanted to play In her moments of darkness My sister pushed me away . He was only a puppy A golden retriever I would whistle and beckon but he wouldn't leave her For she was his owner His only true friend and he stayed with my sister Right up to the end . I played schoolboy games She fought like a tiger I climbed little tree's She was climbing the Eiger Sandy was there To help her recover I know he understood Much more than her little brother. I remember the doctor Claiming she was in remission Now I played with Sandy With my sisters permission I took him for walks Because I had energy to burn but I knew something was wrong When the doctor returned . He was only a puppy A golden retriever I would whistle and beckon but he wouldn't leave her For she was his owner His only true friend and he stayed with my sister Right up to the end . Sad realisation No more can be done Tearful birthday As she turned thirty one When I close my eyes I still see sandy's head on her knee My sister finding the courage To smile for me . Bed in the living room She can't climb the stair When the lord called her name Sandy was there When I heard him whimper I knew my sister had gone Up until that very last moment He had helped her stay strong . He was only a puppy A golden retriever I would whistle and beckon but he wouldn't leave her For she was his owner His only true friend and he stayed with my sister Right up to the end .

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 3/19/2014 11:57:00 PM
Gosh, what a sad story. It seemed like a ballad to me or something. because you kept repeating the one part. I really enjoyed this one. Our pets are such a source of love for us when we are feeling down.
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Darren Watson
Date: 3/24/2014 12:05:00 PM
Delighted you liked the poem Andrea.. We were burgled before I left home , So when I bought my house , I bought a couple of German Shepherds . Soft as teddy bears whilst I'm there ,
Date: 3/13/2014 6:03:00 PM
touching story... SKAT
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Darren Watson
Date: 3/13/2014 7:19:00 PM
Thank you SKAT .
Date: 3/13/2014 3:48:00 PM
I am happy you wrote this my friend. I too have lost a sibling..My brother passed 14 years ago..I helped raise his two kids..I have never written about his situation either....This brings tears to my eyes...what a wonderful tribute........Tim
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Darren Watson
Date: 3/13/2014 7:18:00 PM
My heart goes out to you Tim . I know how that hurt feels , Yesterday I was full of regret after writing this . It hurt so much but today I feel much better , It needed to be done . A kind of therapy I suppose . Thank you for the kind comments.
Date: 3/13/2014 1:26:00 PM
I have tried to write this piece a thousand times but it hurt too much and I put it off . I was being a coward. There is a very beautiful young woman on this site named, ILyeza Thomas. After reading her work I knew what real courage was and knew it was time to man up. Please read her work , She is truly inspiring.
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Date: 3/13/2014 11:26:00 AM
Dear Darren - How clearly you express your loss through Sandy's sad brown eyes. Your repetitive use of the last paragraph is hauntingly striking. I'm sorry you had to lose her Darren. love Kathy
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Darren Watson
Date: 3/13/2014 1:38:00 PM
Thank you Kathy for such lovely comments.
Date: 3/12/2014 10:35:00 PM
Darren, Sandy, sounds to be your sisters best friend. This is a lovely and heartfelt tribute.... Linda
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Darren Watson
Date: 3/13/2014 1:36:00 PM
Yes Linda , You are right of course . My mother fussed over my sister and my sister hated that , I think she herself needed someone to fuss over and Sandy was that someone . He also demonstrated unconditional love every day of his life .My sister didn't need words , She needed the kind of love Sandy gave her.
Date: 3/12/2014 6:57:00 PM
Oh Darren I write with tears in my eyes. Such a sad poem beautifully written. Jan x
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Darren Watson
Date: 3/13/2014 1:29:00 PM
Thank you Jan . I was a schoolboy when my sister died it has taken me a long time to write this but I feel my sister Pauline will be walking Sandy in heaven now and smiling .

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