N.S. Simko

I will always love you to the reaches of my heart;

When your smile curls with the scratch of your chin;

Your chirp for attention off a galloping sprint;

When you’d flop your head in the nook of my arm, to be cradled like a child with endless charm;

When you’d rest your paw in the palm of my hand;

Your pooling blue eyes reflecting mine.

And I’ll remember the days when you’d cower at the crack of lightning, I’d wander the room trying to find you and when I did, I’d scoop you up, caress your back to calm you, and you’d curl up by my side, through the night we’d sleep easing each other into peace.

N.S. Simko

N.S. Simko

Poetry, prose, short stories, and experimentations. Whatever distracts me from working on my novel.