Frayed Memories

 

Little dog

with wheels for feet

Little girl

rolls him up the street

Big hill

once seemed so steep

Long ago memories

still so sweet

 

For years he sat

in a box

Then one day

on a tabletop

Painted eyes

stared at her accusingly

Implored of her mournfully

How could you

have forsaken me?

I was your very first pet

The very essence

of your innocence

 

Little dog

Made of wood

She didn't appreciate him

Like she should have

 

Little boy

in mother's arms

Now another

will pull him along

She watches him go

knowing that as the boy grows

the little wooden dog

will be forgotten again

 

She thinks to herself

what are memories worth?

 

Little dog

No longer little girl

Big hill

No longer as steep

Fraying string

and long ago memories