My Sweet Old Cat
I found her in the morning laying,
in her secret place. Oh, it was hard to see;
my tears were falling and I was full of dread,
I sent a prayer upwards with a wishful plea.
My beautiful girl was dying! And I was shattered,
through a haze of tears I kissed her head;
and I held her in my arms till her last breath,
whispering my love and pressed her to my heart.
We stayed this way for a very, very long time,
I sang her a lullaby. Oh, she had been a cat sublime;
later, I buried her in her favorite place in the garden,
I have no idea how long I sat there weeping;
hours, hours, hours . . . returning for days,
and still I go there to weep . . .
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October 20, 2020
Poetry/Verse/My Sweet Love
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1296-601-20
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, The Gem The Slipped Through the Cracks
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Judged 02/10/2021
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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