“Oh my dog got caught in a red shoe, And sailed to an ol’ blue...” As he was prone to do On long car rides, Or when he wanted us to smile “So ol’ red dog went down the drain...” My Nana sits in the chair, Watching us with a faint smile, Her head resting on her hand, The one with the ring That I’ve always loved. She next to dance, I’ll sit and watch them, Scents of his cologne, A little cigar smoke still clings To my pajamas. I will never forget later that night When the twinkle returned to his eye Giggling, as he asked me If I wanted to hear his poem. “I shot an arrow into the air It fell to earth, I know not where.” I lose more damn arrows that way. His raucous laughter At his own joke, Filled the whole room. Last year, I heard his laughter in October. Life was so quiet in November.
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