ODE to DIX
She was only seven of nine,
But to his heart the first.
His Princess , the ever safe harbor
To his longing heart.
Her hair, long, cascades of silk
It blew wildly as she ran,
Finding rest as it draped over her
Carmel eyes, concealing a tiny spark
Now as her stillness settled over him he
Even now He loved her, of this, he was as certain
She had torn his heart, broken and beyond
yet with sorrow and sigh
he knew she had been worthy of the
DixS.O.N. was one of my best friends and consummate muse. My husband and I had to put her down today. It is a void I can not soon fill. I wrote this poem about his relationship with her. Rest in peace Princess… Dixson was my dog and baby…