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Kitten
![]() Join Date: Feb 2008
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I wrote this poem the day after my cat died. I know I cut it up wierd, but I had wanted to help myself really grasp what happened. It seemed surreal; I can't remember ever NOT having him up until now.
It seems like Just yesterday, You were so alive, So full of life, But that’s because It WAS just yesterday. That morning, I stroked you, And you responded By biting my Baby finger. Just like you would. We were both So little, When you adopted us, And we had Some good times Together. But now, Already your Photograph Brings back those Bittersweet memories. I know your Body was so Strong and healthy Once. No one saw This coming. I stroked you Again. Not even ten Hours from that Morning. You seemed So small and stiff And so cold. But your face Was peaceful, And I know You were sleeping That morning. This time, though, It’s forever. Life is so confusing, And you don’t know What you have Until you lose it. And once it’s gone, You have a Million questions. And they can’t be Answered. I heard When one door Closes, Another one Opens. But until that Door opens, It’s lonely. |
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