[OESY]

Louie/Max
Julie F.

I sit here waiting
for her to come home.
To make her day
To make my own.

I sit here waiting
the door will open soon
Hoping she will notice me
longing for her touch.

I sit here waiting
the time it goes so slow
Our time together passes
brief moments in a lifetime.

I sit here waiting
listening for the key
Missing her voice
hoping she misses me.

I sit here waiting
Tired she comes in
I run to her and wag my tail,
now our time begins.

— Caryn M. Suarez

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[JustAmy]

** grin **

Cute picture! Thank you!

The poem is a perfect "picture" of Louie/Max when Marissa gets home from school.
He stands at the French Doors and pleads with her to come outside.
It doesn't take long for him to pursuade her.

Thank you for sharing the portraits and poems with Amy's Place.