The air is full of mourning although the years have past,
My tears still flow like waves upon a rolling vast ocean;
I asked God to take my treasure in his trust for all time,
My sweet cat now slumbers in the silent dust.
Heavenly angels watch his still soft eternal repose,
I go there often and just sit, remember him and weep;
A moss draped stone upon the emerald green grass,
The only symbol of his existence on this earth.
He came to me a stray lost, starving and alone in the world,
Filled with utter fear and total distrust for all of mankind;
Ever so slowly a loving relationship and an eternal bond,
Death is the end of life but the love lives on.
I watched his slow breathing all that long, long night,
And when the sun rose high, he passed through the gate;
In Paradise, I imagine him waiting so quietly for me,
One day, I will hold him again to my heart.
November 1, 2013
Written by, Broken Wings
For the contest, Eternal Breath, Gail Angel Doyle
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