I remember her fiery, red hair,
Cupcakes were the reason she chose it,
The littlest things about which she cared,
The way she walked, and her funny poses…
I remember all of her childish games,
The smile she had on for the rainiest days,
It was no doubt something from which everyone could gain,
And the simplest joke that would light up her face…
I remember how she used to love ice cream,
The silly, unexpected stories about her brother,
How she hated whenever people were mean,
When she was scared, she hid under the covers…
I remember her collection of Disney movies,
A stuffed giraffe was her prized possession,
When she didn't get her way, she'd always yell, "Phooey!"
And then get over it and ask another innocent question…
I remember how she never tired of the same old thing,
And she always had a new idea to speak,
The way she used to always love to sing,
Until her voice became too weak…
I remember the dresses she used to wear,
Her transition from heels to Keds,
The confused way in which she often stared,
And the fairytales at sixteen she still read…
I remember how much she adored little pets,
And the irony that caused such a tragic end,
Forgetting to watch out for her is something I regret,
Losing her, my very best friend…
Yes, I still remember that look on her face,
She tried to stick around, and she knew I wanted that,
From my mind she will never be erased,
I remember Cat.
A/N: Eh, I'm not big on writing poetry, although I do remember in 4th grade I made my own little book filled with poems that were four lines long and I thought I was a real poet.