LAURA

LAURA
by Gwen Lupson

White and black,
and ginger,
too,
A coat like silk,
a silent mew,
Eyes of gold,
a gentle paw,
Ears pricked high as through the door comes Laura.
At night,
she has her basket there;
But,
no,
she sleeps upon my chair,
Or,
up and down the stairs she runs;
It’s exercise and it’s such fun for Laura.
Sometimes my heart is very sad For a ginger fellow I once had;
God called him home,
he could not bide.
He left a pain I could not hide.
God saw my pain and to my aid He sent another He had made Who needed me to aid her,
too And so I started off anew with Laura.