My Tootsie
Come here Tootsie.
Sit here with me for awhile.
She curled up next to me.
And let me run my hand across her hair,
And down the back of her neck.
I kissed her closed eyes gently,
And told her how beautiful she was.
You know that feeling you get,
When you receive unqualified love?
I hadn't felt since my son was young.
That all giving, kind of not caring,
About who or what was watching.
I was perfect in her eyes,
And could do no wrong.
I kissed her nose. It was wet and cold.
I laughed.
Tootsie, your whiskers tickle,
Stupid cat.
Don't you know,
You're not supposed to come,
When I call?
I love you to pieces.