No substitute

That day in 11th grade the teacher was not there I sat there inattentive, unaware The sub looked at my ceramic and began to speak to me Is that your dog, she said coarsely I once had a dog she said But now that dog is dead After he died my parents became sick But they too, died quick Then all my friends left But I was the only one left Or so i thought she mentioned But there was one thing that stayed, just one exception The ceramic she made in highschool All things you love die and material things stay there to remind you of them