I run my fingers through your hair watching the colors shift in the sun. Your tongue is slobbery on my cheek as you kiss me. Your name is a flower Poppy. I hold your paw in my hand so small and soft.
Today we have to say goodbye.
For today you grew wings so beautiful to fly to another place.
Your wings where ready but our hearts where not.
Farewell dear Poppy til we meet again.
D