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.

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N.S. Simko

N.S. Simko

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