My Little Goldie

Feb 07, 2008

My poor little Goldie, I kept your tank
Clean just like Mom showed me I should.
I even gave you a little seaman to keep you company
When I was at school. Goldie, you had looked happy
While you swam in circles and played chase with the
Tip of my finger. Didn’t I feed you enough? The earthy colored
Flakes were plenty but I could have given more.
Was you house to small? It looked like you had plenty of room.
Maybe you missed your brothers and sisters to much.
I should have asked Mom for one of them as well. I didn’t
Mean to be thoughtless Goldie, I only went to Grandma’s
For the weekend. I love you so. I’m crying for you my friend.
Mom is standing right next to me. She told me to push the handle but I couldn’t.
I wouldn’t.
Mom says you are in a better fishy place but you belong
Here with me. She made me watch you go round and round until
You were gone. I hate her.

A/N: Poem Written Spring 2007 during a creative writing class