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My Beauty In Repose

 
The garden lush and fresh with flowers in every hue,
oh, how you loved to play and rest yourself in shade;
I buried you in your sweet cat place with flowers blue,
how, I wept upon your repose until the stars did fade;
and birds twittered at dawn-   yet still, still I stayed. 

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June 14, 2019  (Edit January 29, 2020)


Poetry/Quintain/My Beauty in Repose
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Panagiota Romios Date: 2/11/2020 10:03:00 AM Dear Heart, This is utterly moving and sp well penned. Sorry for your loss. Ihave lost 15 angel cats. Each loss was alaways difficult. I think I am part cat, Panagiotaxx Login to Reply Constance La France Date: 2/11/2020 1:31:00 PM Panagiota, yes each cat soul is amazing. Smudges had been my mom's cat so now they both have passed, I have an emptiness, but I do have Snuggles Kitty and I love her _Constance

Connie Marcum Wong Date: 1/31/2020 5:40:00 PM I can relate. I cried for a month when we lost Lily. I used to call her name like she was still here hoping her little ghost would appear to be near us. I actually felt her jumping up on my bed like she always did. I love your passionate poem. xxoo Login to Reply Constance La France Date: 2/3/2020 8:45:00 AM Connie, thanks for your compassion, I am still not over the death of Smudges, though I know she lived a good long life and was loved every single day of her 20 years, I just miss her sweet ways, she was the most serene and gentle soul, I do have Snuggles now and she is lovely too yet, I know one day in the future I will be shattered again _Constance