On tests I'd always
get a C or D
Because I was going so fast
I couldn't see

But you taught me
Slow is gold
Even when
You're getting old

Mille, I know
You're getting there
You have to go
Which is unfair

But you'll always be
My nine year old dog
Even when
You're in that fog

I love you
So much my Millie
You can never be
Too old to be silly

Even though
You're my fostered pup
I love you until
Down meets up

by Jade Baccaro-Nicholls

BARKS Poetry Contest winner