Many years ago, when my memory first came to be I guess I was about three. Alone all day while daddy worked in the cotton fields leaving long before the sun came up; it was just me and a big old yellow dog who watched out for me that everyone called “Buttercup”.
Daddy said that she wandered up one day about half starved and she never left our yard. I had a sister, who was about nine, but she was never around she and my mother were gone all the time.
I overheard mother saying one day that my sister was the only child that she ever wanted or even had; I did not care I had daddy so my life was not that bad.
I would eat cold biscuits every morning left on the old wood stove then sit on our back porch wondering where I could go. I did not need anyone to take care of me – I had that old yellow dog you see.
She and I played in the fields under the hot southern sun, I would hang on to her and away we would run. Sometimes we would walk in the woods around the mountaintop where we lived. I had better care from that old yellow dog than most humans could give.
Life was not easy for me with no one to care; still “Buttercup” was always there. Soon it came time for me to go to school Buttercup and daddy would watch as the bus drove away, and they would both be waiting for me at the end of the day.
The years went by quickly when one day only daddy stood by the road with his head bowed down there were tears in his eyes as he stared at the ground. Later as my own tears fell upon that soft mound of red dirt I looked toward Heaven and told Buttercup to keep watching for me, “You’ll look up one day old girl and there I will be”.
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14 thoughts on “Buttercup…”
Nice sketch. It rubs shoulders with both autobiography and fiction but is fleeting, sort of like a prose poem. I like it.
Thank you, in being critiqued before this has come up; many poets do not like the combination…but I thrive on it at times. It is one of those things that is fleeting, thank you for the “like”. Ann
Ya know… you had me at “honeysuckle” 😀 I never thought of poets not liking the combination. Thank you so much for the kindness you’ve shown my blog, and I’m glad I came just in time for this gem -lovemeka
You’re welcome! I enjoy your sketches, keep up the interesting work.
that’s the trouble with animals you love – they always go too soon…
Yes, I agree, but the love they give and leave behind is worth it all, the little guy I have now is a writers companion, he listens! Ann
I would like to put your four books on my ‘Help An Author with a Review’ page of my blog. I so dislike seeing wonderful work with no reviews! If I could afford it, I’d buy all your works, because this sample is beautiful. I am sure your books are amazing and brilliant. You write with such a deep flow of not just setting the scene but immersing the reader into the writing, from the beginning! Please let me know if it’s okay.
Thank you so much it would be an honor for you to do this kindness for me. Also, thank you for following and commenting. Ann
I must be very blind. I can’t find a way to contact you! I hope this works.
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Thanks for visiting my blog – that was had for me to write and I appreciate the support. Your post was lovely.
Reminded of my long ago gone yellow lab. She was such an I love my daddy dog. If there is an afterlife and I can choose just two “people” with whom to be with it would be that dog and my first grandchild.
Carl, we think alike…me too! Ann
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