Anna Lindhaus

Underneath your cherry tree

I’m 12 years old and this is a poem I wrote for my dog which passed away.

You’re the one that we could trust 

the place that we could go

in winter you were the summer sun

in summer you were the snow.

 

You’ll never be forgotten we’ll think of you every day,
though you have gone forever,
in our hearts you’ll stay.

 

You are what I most dearly miss

If I could see you know I would tell you this:
I hope you found peace underneath your cherry tree.