The day my dear dog died
I was bereft;
At my very core I felt so hollow.
I cried and cried and cried,
for joy had left . . .
and gone with joy was my sweet Apollo.
We drove and I looked up
and saw the sky
the color blue that I remember when
I walked him as a pup,
those days that I
will miss so much. How happy I was then!
As from the graveyard, we
had then set out,
there burst through clouds of grey- sun’s rays of gold!
We watched amazedly;
there was no doubt
that heaven greeted dear Apollo’s soul.
October 25, 2013/ For the Elegy Poetry Contest of Broken Wings
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich