Kiki, My Best Friend

Kiki was my very best friend So, truthful until the very end, Whenever I looked she was always there Always glancing back at me with her happy stare. She never asked me for a dollar Towards material belongings she would never holler, Everything that I had I would keep While I was angry, she would peacefully sleep. Whenever I felt lonely she I would always hold She even kept me warm in the cold, And that saddened day when my mother had died Kiki was there for me, as I cried. When she ever came in from a heavy rain Never once did she ever wimper or complain, To me she'd run happily without a scowl Joyfully I'd dry her off with a towel. I remember the very last time that I held her I stroked her as my love I did transfer, While this breakfast time many people were eating; I sadly listened to Kiki's heart, until it stopped beating. Randy L. McClave