Farewell
By Núria Coe
Orange and quiet, big bulging eyes:
To find you there, floating, was
quite a surprise.
The little ones home were terribly
sad:
In poems and drawings they mourned
what they had.
They called up their grandma to
tell her you died,
Then sat in a corner and quietly
cried.
Flushed down the toilet, with all
of us there,
You took along with you the
children’s despair,
For that afternoon, coming out of
their fog,
They cheerfully asked us: “can we
get a dog?”
This poem is so fun. The rhythm is Seussical, which makes it a smile to read. I can see it illustrated. Poor little fishy.
ReplyDeleteHello angelique! Thank you for stopping by!
DeleteThis was inspired by a true story. We actually had five little fishes, which died one after the other. They mourned the first one, but once they saw another one floating in the tank they began to think about what kind of pet they wanted to get next :)