a simple thought i used to remember how ash was like!
he was so small like a ball.
i use to hold him in one arm
and he dont fear to fall.
i remember that day the first time i brought him home.
he made someone smile and adored him
from hair to tail and from head to toe, .
as days goes on, the little devil in him begun to grow
every mark of him teeth
appears in all furniture we keep
there are more growls, scratches and bites
he never sleeps and shut up at night
unless someone sings him a lullaby, alas his eyes are tired.
time was quick and fast, a tear that shed.
the pain ticks. and my mind gone erased
but his sweet face never fades.