Frosty's Open Door

Frosty’s apartment door stood open wide

Alarmed, at once he rushed inside

Where were Patches and Tigger, his cats?

Did they run outside, those darling brats?

He called and searched to no avail

But at last saw Tigger’s fine black tail

Hanging over the edge of his favorite chair 

Frosty renewed his hunt for Patches’ lair

Passing his bed he noticed it crumpled

“I made up my bed, it can’t be rumpled”

He moved the spread, saw a furry gray ball

“Meow, you know we won’t run into the hall

Leaving good food, a warm home, and our Dad

We’ve grown old together and to part would be bad.”

 

Pets in a retirement community are

part of health care for many residents.

             To adore and be adored by our pets is

a benefit that can’t be ignored.

 

Virginia L. Wylie

divider

Virginia resides in Brookdale Orange City, Florida and is the author of the poetry that appears here. The views and opinions expressed in this poetry are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect those of Brookdale Senior Living.

Comments

Leave a Comment

You May Also Like

Audrey's Visit

Virginia Wylie June 24, 2017

Cousin Mary took some time off work To settle me into Brookdale’s routine I felt frazzled and a bit berserk But the cats were content with the scene. I slept most of Saturday and Sunday Monday, we got down to business Needs assessment was the order o... Read more

First Impressions

Virginia Wylie June 17, 2017

This is the first of three poems about Audrey. We had a great poetry corner discussion about our health services providers and out gratitude for them. Audrey and several other caregivers attended the meeting. They were appreciative of the recognition... Read more