I cannot remember Patch, 

Just the few memories that creep in, 

The scent of Wet dog in rain, 

The smell of dog breath on my skin. 

 

I don’t remember Patch, 

Only the excitement when I came to visit, 

The sound of her bark, 

I hear her growling at some dogs on the passing, 

Then she passed away. 

 

I cannot remember Patch, 

But the memories of sitting with her waiting on my gran come back to me, 

The view of the good times we had together are a keeper, 

When I gave her dog treats after a walk, 

Just the thoughts of me walking her along the sunrise view golf course are amazing. 

 

I cannot remember Patch, 

Just the ones that mean the most.