2005

Here lies a quarter-filled scrapbook, it was to hold
our dream that never came to be. Holding you
those two months was an eternity
cut too short. It should not have happened.

Here lies a teddy bear, that was made
just for you. Your future,
our dreams for you were held
all in those brief three months. Then you left.

Here lies our baby. It happened so fast,
feeling you being torn away from me
was unbearable. Emptiness and pain
fill that place in my heart. We miss you.

Here lies paw prints embedded in concrete.
Fourteen years my best friend in the world;
you never complained. Always my baby
I called you until the last day,
when I lost you forever.

Here lies black fur, shed on the living room chair.
You were my support during the first loss,
our child. Always my baby, you still are called that,
but now you’re gone.
Here lies my cat. Your black fur rubbing
against my tear-stained face. Mysterious feline
that showed strength, courage, and love.
You were the best cat, and I miss you.

Here lies 2005.







Poetry