Hershey

It's a beautiful time to die

rose of Sharon and bishop's lace abloom

trees' silhouettes against a raspberry sunset

and a cancer creeping quickly through her

no more incisions and carving it out

no more Tramadol and rest

playtime

her stitches are out 

waiting on the patio is a green tennis ball 

and a rippling lake warmed by early August's lazy days is a minute's walk away

be happy for the rest of your short forever Hershey and swim and play and wag your tail at everything

we're with you pretty girlie