My Friend, by Grace Christine (1926-2009)

I have a friend who comes to sit with me

She brightens my day, as I sip my tea.

She never frowns at an unwashed dish

Knowing that I’ll clean them when I wish!

The dust on my floor never turns her head

And she just smiles at my unmade bed.

While she’s waiting for me to end my chat

She kisses my neck, she’s a true friend–my cat.