Her Poem
Making soap,
and Shrewsbury together.
Walks in the snow
and the white frosty weather.
Taking Chips for a stroll
to an old park seat.
Having deep rosy baths with dangled warm feet.
Strokes to your forehead
with a slow calming voice.
Scratches to backs,
and a D.V.D. choice.
Making fun at the Cubby Hole,
and new trips to the zoo.
Each day was happier,
each sun brighter,
and the long year better
because I shared it with you.