“Each season of each year I will be forgetting you
all over. Each season, every year.
I will need to forget you each summer, spring . . . autumn and winter.”
Like Walter Benton wrote, “Spring will be the hardest to forget.” We shared spring of 2017. You made it magic. You made it royal. You built a kingdom.
In almost three months, you lived larger than most do in a lifetime.
I shall be forgetting you in the backyard.
I shall be forgetting you riding shotgun.
I shall be forgetting you stealing my socks, chewing on my hair, running in your puppy dreams.
I shall be forgetting your soft white nose, your two freckles, and your big paws.
I shall be forgetting the peace you brought into our classroom.
I shall be forgetting you.