________ A Sad Anniversary ________
A little gray one looked up from the floor,
Locked in my gaze with piercing topaz eyes.
I felt odd fear, but soon came to adore
The fluffy little beast, who’d mesmerize
The faintest trace of doubt away. Her cries
Left me helpless, as she deftly climbed
Eagerly upon my knee. My sighs
Gave in to her seduction so well-timed
Removing doubt that I had been well-primed ––
A target from the moment I arrived ––
Yearning that my inner bell be chimed.
O, little beast, affection for you thrived.
No pleasure since disease took you away
Eased the pain of loss renewed each day.
~ FreeThinke (1/12/15)
Priscilla (June 2004 - January 12, 2015)
The grief is endless when we lose a beloved four-legged member of the family.
ReplyDeleteThe best we can do: be grateful for the time that we had together.
I still grieve for Dusti every day.
Nice poem, but who really cares?
ReplyDeleteYour capacity for empathy and your ability to respect the needs and feelings of others is astounding. Obviously Mr. FreeThinke cares, or he wouldn't have written it.
Delete- Christina Wethersfield
My heartfelt condolences.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem! I know how much you loved her. We have all had too many such anniversaries.
ReplyDeleteAlways,
Scarlett O'Hara Sheraton
And it never gets easier
ReplyDeleteI am sorry to say
You think about them
Every day.
The people you've loved
The animal friends
You have had
Please think of all
And be grateful
And cherish the memories
Of what you have had.
Thank the Lord
For letting them
Be with you
For this short time
On earth
And have faith you
Will see them again.
'Twas promised
So it must be true.
Pat, the Ghost Writer in the Sky
A lovely tribute!
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Anna de Mayor said
ReplyDeleteI find it so helpful to capture in writing my emotions at the time of any significant event. I know that when I have done that, it brings back the love, sorrow or joy when I re-read my words years later. I have poems that I read from time to time when I'm in a nostalgic mood so that I can not only recall the facts, but get in touch with my feelings. This is also true of happy or funny or strange events.
Thank you for sharing your touching memories of Priscilla with such uncommon eloquence.
I can see you still miss her as much as we do our Clovis
ReplyDeleteDee-Dee Mackay
My sympathy on this sad anniversary. I still remember my Poblita who went two and a half years ago from lymphoma.
ReplyDeleteTD, your Old School Tie
Thanks to everyone who expressed sympathy and understanding. Such love of a little seven-pound ball of gray fluff may seem excessive –– even absurd –– to those who've never devoted themselves to the care of an animal who depends on you for sustenance and appreciation, but to me it's always been very simple.
ReplyDeleteI look into their eyes and see that God is as much a part of each of them as He is of any of us. Because He made them, and obviously meant us to care for them, I feel a loving connection to ALL through the care I lavish on them.
A person's character may best be determined by the way he treats animals.
Little Priscilla played a great part in motivating me to improve my character and disposition. There have been others, of course, but the Little Gray One will always be loved and never forgotten.
Very touching, FT. You made me cry.
ReplyDeleteNevadina Reno
Dear FT,
ReplyDeleteThis is so very poignant. Grief is never truly done, is it? We just learn how to go on despite the underlying pain. Our Tuffy went to Heaven at the very end of October 2014. The sense of loss is still nearly unbearable: he was more than a child; he was a soulmate. In short, I really know how you feel.
In sympathy,
Suzanne Lowell
So sorry FT ,I just saw this . Please accept my deepest condolences for your faithful, furry friend
ReplyDeleteAlways difficult to lose a fur baby since they are like our own children
Thank you, Lisa. Yes one year ago yesterday. Priscilla was very important to me –– more like a confidante than a child. I always felt she understood me better than anyone else. ;-)
DeleteDo not stand at my grave and weep
ReplyDeleteI am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
~ Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905-2004)