Icky
was the name of her fish,
a little tetra I bought her
when she was three.
we spoke to him,
we poked him with a finger,
and one day he died
you know, my darling
I began to explain how
life is about loving
and it's OK to be sad
when we lose
a dear friend
she finally spoke.
'You know, daddy, ' she said
'he was only a fish.'
(1986)
poem by Mike Finley
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