My Babies (part 1)

Fri, 08/28/2015 - 21:02 -- Bekah.M

The first,

She was a beautiful,

Little girl with such unique,

Interesting markings.

I loved her.

She was my best friend.

If I was happy,

It seemed she would celebrate with me.

If I was sad,

She would purr to make me happy.

If I was upset,

She would keep her distance.

My girly-girl.

She hated the car,

But loved to go camping,

Just as much as I did.

But, one night at camp,

She disappeared.

She got out 

And ran off somewhere I know not of.

I miss her.

My baby Oreo.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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