How do You Mend A Broken Heart

 My Daughters Car drove away with Her Dog looking back at Me

Returning to My House I went into My Garden

On the Lawn was a cheap Rubber Ball that We had been playing with

I picked it up and it Squeaked 

It was the same kind of Ball that My own beloved Dog had played with on hot Summer's Days

He had died unexpectedly some years past on the long drive Home from Spain

It had broken My Heart but He had given Us everything in His

Loyalty endless willingness to Play

and the cheap Rubber Ball collapsed in My Hand