Pearl

Strolling along a country road in March I saw a little kitten, bedraggled, all alone It hesitated to come to me, back in an arch, I took from my knapsack an old stale scone. With a little coaxing it slowly crept toward And soon I was petting it while it fed, After a bit, I began to softly whisper a word Then, it started cuddling into my lap bed. That was sixteen years ago, Pearl arrived To spend the rest of her days in my care, I cannot fully express the joys I’ve derived With Pearl snuggled against me in my chair. I knew the day would come when she’d leave I dreaded it, for we fared as simple mates, So, today, as I sit here in my chair and grieve, At the Rainbow Bridge, I know sweet Pearl awaits.
written March 1, 2022
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Kyser Avatar
March 1, 2022 at 11:36 AM
Well, you know how I feel about this one. It is indeed a grace that we get to share time with another of God’s creation on such a level. Fond memories for you, and I hope the heartache passes, but I also know from personal experiences there are those moments when we miss them terribly,
Hankins Avatar
March 1, 2022 at 11:50 AM
Thanks, Jeff. We do, indeed.
Chies Avatar
March 1, 2022 at 7:27 AM
Another beautiful pearl produced by Milton's thought-provoking work.
Hankins Avatar
March 1, 2022 at 8:31 AM
Thank you so much, Marco.
Gentile Avatar
March 1, 2022 at 6:49 AM
Wow.Milt, what a moving tribute to Pearl! Your words are truly heartfelt and composed so beautifully. I too have a dear friend waiting for me at that bridge. Tears came to my eyes as I read this!
Hankins Avatar
March 1, 2022 at 7:16 AM
Mike, thank you so much for your heartfelt comment on my poem. Yes, I have several pets waiting for me.
Daniel Avatar
March 1, 2022 at 6:35 AM
Aww! She sounds sweet, it hurts when a beloved pet dies, but as you say, maybe she does await..
Hankins Avatar
March 1, 2022 at 7:17 AM
No, Jo, I truly believe she IS waiting for me. Any eternal abode without the pets we love is unthinkable. Thanks for your visit.
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