I i feel like I’m losing every memory of her- I made this poem for my dog brownie who died not to long ago :/ You were my shining light that I would hold when my heart was dark and no longer red

You made me feel loved, just by kissing me on the head

The impact you had in my life, will never be shared

Only with the great memories I hold so dearly

I’m scared of them slipping away, day by day I pray that they stay with me forever

I love you brownie, if only I could’ve told you that the day you left me

I’m hurt that you left me alone, without seeing you take your last breath

Who knows maybe I couldn’t have handled it, but the pain is to much to even abandon it

I cry at night, just for the fact that I could’ve woken up

I’m trying brownie, I really am

But how can I let you go, I don’t know how too

I’m not prepared too, I scare myself with how much emotions I hide

Remember that night, when I held you tight to me because I was scared you can leave any second

Ohh how I wish, I could do that one more time

But I shall see you again brownie, this will not be the last time

I love you baby, you were my dog who I truly loved and still love

I’m so glad your no longer in pain

PS: Tell chewie I said hi

Ihave to write a narrative poem for an english assignment, but i cant come up with any topics/ideas for the poem. any topics?

18 points so for my assignment there need to be like conflict and stuff but i don't know where i am going with this. can somebody me out? and it needs to be turned in by 12.ring ring, ring ring… “dr. watson, hi. i have run out of blueberries at my berry shop! may you pick some up on your way here? remember, not the ones by the big pine. the ones by the creek.” “of course, sherlock! i’m on my way right now. see you soon! ” said dr. watson. beep. dr. watson always wants to impress sherlock so he made sure to leave right away to have enough time to pick through all the berries and find the best ones. it was about a 4-hour walk from dr. watson’s cottage to the berry shop, so he made sure not get distracted. about 2 hours into his walk, he started approaching the berries. however, these were the ones by the big pine that did not look very appetizing. the blueberries were so small, you could taste the sourness through your teeth. most of them weren’t even ripe yet. straight green. dr. watson turned away with his sour face and headed toward the creek. there, he saw the most beautiful berries. plump and juicy, dark blue, and so big, you could almost compare them to some grapes! as dr. watson went to pick the first berry, sherlock called. “hi! just checking in. how is it going? we have a few people who put in orders for blueberries. they will be picking them up tomorrow morning and we still need to get the blueberries through the sanitizing process.” “yes, i am going as fast as i can. i will be there soon! ”

Me i need a correct answer how did mlk jr.’s “voice” in his speeches shape the civil rights movement?