I owned a cat who loved to roam
She'd run and hide and jump and play
But one sad night it all went wrong.
I called and called for her come
And get some food without delay
Hoping she wasn't really gone.
I called and called for her come
And get some food without delay
Hoping she wasn't really gone.
Before this cat was even grown
We grew to love her funny ways
But one sad night it all went wrong.
For weeks, I sobbed and cried alone
Missing my friend who did not stay
Hoping she wasn't really gone.
Hoping she wasn't really gone.
We looked for her around our home
We searched the forest and prayed and prayed
Trying to right the night gone wrong.
She's been gone for far too long
I wish that I could hear her song
But one sad night it all went wrong
When you first lose someone, you cannot believe they are gone from this earth. I remember feeling this way when I lost my Mom. Sometimes it never completely goes away, although our logical mind accepts reality.
I wrote this week's poem about my sweet kitty, Shiloh, who went missing eighteen months ago. We still don't know what happened to her, despite a massive search effort.
Her name means "peace," and she truly brought peace into our home. Her best friend, Grey Eye, misses her, too. The pain felt fresh today when my Google Photos feed brought pictures up of her from two years ago.
I wrote this week's poem about my sweet kitty, Shiloh, who went missing eighteen months ago. We still don't know what happened to her, despite a massive search effort.
Her name means "peace," and she truly brought peace into our home. Her best friend, Grey Eye, misses her, too. The pain felt fresh today when my Google Photos feed brought pictures up of her from two years ago.
I know true animal lovers will understand the ache of missing a furred friend. This poem is for the animal lovers and for the grieving today. My prayers go out tonight for anyone who can't believe their loved one is really gone.
This week's piece is written in the villanelle form and is meant to almost like a haunting melody that repeats itself. I first ran across this form of poetry in university, loved it, and thought it would be appropriate for my feelings about Shiloh, which I can never truly go away.
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I'm very sorry for your loss. Yes, true animal people understand this very well.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Bill, for your kind words. Have a wonderful day.
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