The Weeping Of My Face

• Max Kwok, Grade 5, Holy Cross Primary School
• Poetry
• 2011

Excellence Award in the 'Step Write Up 2011' competition

My face is weeping and I am so sad,
My doggy is dying, I feel so bad.
He was a wonderful dog,
Hunter was his name. He was a good dog
Even though he was hard to tame.

I didn’t ever play with him much.
I didn’t ever give him that little touch.
He’s past away now and now I know
Not to let something you love go.

I miss him dearly and the thing I miss
The most is his cute little nose,
That always would sniff your toes.

Next time I see him I know what to say,
Hunter I love you, please don’t go away.