His Master's Voice.

[Samsmum]

I like this, although it is so sad. A member of a local writers group wrote it.

His master vanished, long ago,
He suddenly wasn't there.
No-on to bring the slippers for,
An empty favourite chair.
The house was silent for a time,
The mistress dressed in black.
He missed his walks and heard them say
The master would never come back.
Then it came on Christmas Eve,
When snow was on the ground;
A strange device, the mistress said,
A box for making sound.
He watched it from the corner,
Then he bounced out to rejoice;
Forget the machine now mistress,
I can hear my master's voice.
And, so he sat, his ears pricked up,
By the side of the strange machine,
Listening to his master's voice,
Though his master couldn't be seen.

[lynn wise]

Hankies out again Joyce.
That is lovely. Thanks for sharing.

[janrobinson]

Lovely. As Lynn says hankies out again.

[Ellas mum]

T'is sad it's true, but lovely.

[CarolynM]

A lovely verse - I was choked by the 4th line and so true

xx

[Cobi and Ginnies Mum]

Pass the tissues again please