It Is About Love
O I
am so
sad now
that she left
for up above.
Twenty years
is a long time
to love a cat,
this sweet.
A kitten came
that fit my hand
all fluffy and purring,
she loved to cuddle
all the long nights.
I held her in my arms
till her body was stone.
And now I go to the place
where I buried my beauty.
I told my friends- no, no,
more cats for this here girl.
They say just give it time!
Oh, oh my- days are empty,
sometimes, I hear her soft
meow call, calling for me,
and that breaks my heart.
Tears,
now
fall
fall
fall
like
rain
on
my
new
wee
cat.
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August 23, 2018
Poetry/Concrete/It Is About Love
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1054-414-23
All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, A Brian Strand Visual
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 03/01/2022
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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