collage created by Steve Sullivan, the Unknown Gnome
They say the dead are among us,
we just can't see them.
On Samhain,
when the veils between the worlds
are thin,
are your paws padding softly beside me,
as they did for so long?
I keep waiting,
for the weight of your snout
on the side of my bed,
to wake me
each morning,
as it did the morning after you died,
then never again.
Perhaps you are
just the hint
of a cold breeze on my cheek,
an ache, some tears,
a sigh.
Where have you gone,
my big, noisy boy,
when I can no longer feel you,
other than a missing
that goes on forever,
in my heart?
It is a bit late for a poem about samhain (halfway between halloween and solstice). But I am reading about dogs right now, which makes me miss Pup even more. Today I felt like sharing this poem from 2016 with the Tuesday Platform at Real Toads.
This is beautiful, Sherry! The missing goes on forever indeed.
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh, the last two stanzas. I love this. I feel this.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, paws (dog’s or cat’s) reaching through those thin veils between the worlds’, I’m all for that! I love to feel unseen animal weight or feel the ‘hint of a cold breeze on my cheek’.
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful thoughts in this Sherry. Your loss is a heavy one, and as HA said the missing goes on forever. Sending hugs your way.
ReplyDeleteAs a pet lover- this tugged at me. The missing is a pain that doesn’t leave so readily. RIP to your pooch.
ReplyDeleteWonderful, gorgeous, heartfelt, glorious poem.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful, Sherry!
ReplyDeleteLovely, I do hope my pets who have passed are walking with me. I've had many and had my heart broken by those who died young. The older ones, I just miss.
ReplyDeleteHeartbreaking!
ReplyDeleteLucky are those who have known the love of pets.
ReplyDeleteI would love to believe that the spirits of our wolves abide with us until we complete our own journeys.
ReplyDeleteMade me cry- this is so beautiful Sherry. I cannot bear the thought...
ReplyDeleteNever to be forgotten.
ReplyDeleteLoss of a pet is very painful! Their love can not be replaced...
ReplyDeleteI wish you find the peace to go on with his fond memories.
I think they are everywhere--in the kiss of the breeze your poem describes, in the trees dancing to the wind, in our ink... They were too much, are too important to ever leave us.
ReplyDeleteWe just passed the anniversary of the adoption day for our goofy corgi, Kit. It's a bittersweet day, because we lost our first corgi, Faye, just a few months before we adopted Kit. I love my sweet lazy goofball, but I will never not miss the spunky ball of energy that was my Faye.
ReplyDeleteMan's (and woman's) best friend. Rightly so, how then to easily forget. Not at all!
ReplyDeleteHank
Beautifully penned, Sherry!
ReplyDeleteThey stay with us forever. Love this, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteIt would not be fair for the dead to remain around us, would it, for they surely deserve to move on to wherever beyond this space time continuum, beyond this physical plane of existence ..
ReplyDeleteI hope you are doing well, Sherry