Petey

To my mother's mighty martyr

and my father's favored friend,

my constant confidante

and our grinning guardian:

Half the life I've lived thus far

has been the whole of yours.

A life is merely the sum of its parts;

now ours will be one lower.

I hope you do not worry.

I hope it brings you peace.

I hope there is a haven for you

somewhere in our dreams.

Maybe you can meet me there

for a retrospective roam.

We could confide our secrets

as we did when you were home.