Ode to a Golden, Hour Eleven

Ode to a Golden

I cannot have a bad day when Rosemary is around.
Dancin’ Rosie, Rosie the Nosy,
golden Rosie make me smile
until my cheeks ache,
sides hurt,
and happy tears stream down my face,
because love grows where my Rosemary goes.*

Oh, I love my Rosie child,**
tappy toes, happy Rose
as she wriggles and shimmies
from one pack member to the next,
grinning her doggy grin.
Rose gold, lovely,
furry, funny baby:
life is better with you in it.

*line from the song Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes, by Edison Lighthouse
**line from Cracklin’ Rosie, by Neil Diamond


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