Nugget rests upon my lap.
We are both long past our prime.
Our writing bouts, full of fun.
We’ve paid our dues, done our time.
While I write this poem, he helps,
clawing at my pen, stabbing
tiny holes in the paper
for which he is now grabbing.
We spend the day this way
until time for napping,
he in my lap, I in my chair,
dream puff castles in the air.
There is no fear of the future
for when we finish this life
we both will be together
again in the land of paradise.
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