Popcorn

by Nancy Aurand-Humpf
(Columbus, IN USA)

Popcorn is not as fun without you Trixie dear
I cannot eat it with out thinking of you.
Never have I been so adored
As when I held a bag of popcorn in my hand
Never have I held the rapt attention of another
In quite the same way

Oh you and popcorn were quite a pair
You loved it so - it was worth fighting for
Even though you were frail and failing
You would go to the mat for it if necessary.
I admired that about you.

We are not the same - not me, not the big dog,
And not even Jack.
Believe it or not he misses you.
He misses trying to eat your food as well as his own
He barely touches his own food now.
He liked racing and chasing you for it.
I think he is sad too.

I played with him to cheer him up.
We lost the ball. It's here somewhere,
But my knees are too sore to look for it.
I hope there is popcorn where you are.
I miss you.