Out of the corners of my eyes
A quick recognizable image runs into the dining room
And I clearly hear a voice call out playfully
Daisy! come here baby!
But I am alone in the house.
I thought to myself
They’re still playing with that stupid squeaky toy
It always drove me crazy
And now they follow me in my sleep ?
Dad and Daisy shared a room at the back of the house
Dad never left the house without her
And Daisy never left his side
Not even now.
When mom passed away dad and Daisy stayed with me
We both knew mom wouldn’t have it any other way
And when dad passed Daisy did too
Daisy wouldn’t have it any other way.
Am I really alone in the house ?
That squeaky toy is driving me mad
Daisy ! come here baby !
I can hear my father say.
Jeff Nesvig is a writer living in Florida.