Roller Skates

A Sonnet

Around and round you went in the garage,
sang On Top of the World by Carpenters
cos in those days death had no harbinger,
save for the kitty you could not dodge.
Poor thing, Mr. Wilsoned flat on your butt,
Sammy, a flurry of claws, sat and hissed
cos when you caught yourself you broke your wrist,
and I was the one crying like a nut.
But you were always much tougher than me
as you only cried a very little,
at least this broken bone was not brittle,
grew back like the branch of our favorite tree.
	At last, just like you never stopped skating,
	kept your skates, and I’ll never stop waiting.