Goldie, my fish

• Brittany Poston, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2004

I remember when we got you from Mejiers,
We brought you home and put you in your bowl with Spots.
We named you Goldilocks because of your color,
But you didn’t care what we named you because you were with your brother.
I am sure you missed your mother.
But you were with us and we were going to keep you safe.
You never got to see Florida or the sea,
But you were happy just to be
In your little bowl, swimmin’ along,
Maybe singin’ a silent song.
When you got bigger, we got you a bigger bowl,
You grew still more, and so did your tail
It was so beautiful; I never wanted to stop looking at it long enough to get the mail.
We thought about letting Kristal take you home,
But I said, “No way!!
I want her to stay!!”