Monday, June 10, 2013

Isabelle gone

Deepest sorrow for our beloved pet, friend; kid!
Deep  Simple  True
Not lost, passed; past.
Gut wrenching  tear spilling
Words failed   Float  Jumble and fade
Died at my word  IN my hands  Eyes to eyes.
Final strokes on fur, goodbye, My duty!
No hunger No thirst No discomfort
No hugs, No petting, No "here kitty kitty"
Darkenss and not...
Gut calms  Tears dry but poised
Thoughts form, solidify
Sympathy spoken  Gut tightens, tears glisten.
Easier?  Yes; and no.

Lu'
06/09/13


2 comments:

  1. It is good to write the words.

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  2. Phfrankie,
    It was strange that they would not form right away, too stricken was my guess.

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