My room is full of wolves,
hanging from the walls all around.
I have a wolf head on a chain,
that I wear for medicine
when in need.
But when it comes to
the real keepsake,
the thing I want to
take into my casket with me,
it is your urn,
your wolfish face
engraved on the top,
your ashes inside.
(How I wept when
they handed you to me,
my big, noisy boy, so reduced,
in a small white take-out box.)
In life, in death,
you've always been
my treasure.
for Susan's prompt at What's Going On - Keepsakes/Treasures
Oh Sherry, this is such a poignant poem! Yes, indeed, a true treasure for life AND beyond!
ReplyDeleteOh that hit hard... things we love are the only real treasure...absolutely right.
ReplyDeleteSo very touching Sherry - the loss is palpable but there is comfort as well that you will always be together - Jae
ReplyDeleteThis is so moving Sherry. 'it is your urn,' The line is heartbreaking.
ReplyDelete"But when it comes to
ReplyDeletethe real keepsake . . . " A wise discernment, my friend. This one lives in your heart.
I cannot imagine a greater treasure than pup's ashes to take with you when you crossover to the other side. wiping a tear...Truedessa
ReplyDeleteYou will be together again one day. Moving poem....Rall
ReplyDeleteI love wolves. We might fear them, but we need to leave them alone. Respect them and give them space. They don't love us.
ReplyDeleteAnd what a pretty dog, soulful eyes.
I know he is, Sherry. You are each other's gift to each other in this life.
ReplyDeleteOh Sherry.. Wild Wolf Woman of my long ago readings... this poem was so powerful it brought me to tears. Just wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThis brought tears. What a beautiful plan to have your precious pet placed with you.
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