Yours was a little journey
Barely from A to B
You never ventured very far
You chose to stay with me
A paw laid gently on my hand
Told more than any tale
A purring presence on my bed
Your charm could never fail
You always were a slinky girl
So sooty black and chic
My gemma, little witchy cat
You always were unique
The garden is your bed now, love
So we’ll still talk, we two
A peaceful sleep until the time
That I’ll curl up with you.
I have loved dearly two cats who were friends and helpmates through many hard times. This poem is delightful, although I do not expect to curl up with my cats when I die. Mind you, I still feel them in spirit, even under the bedcovers sometimes.
<Deleted User> (6315)
Sat 15th Jan 2011 18:58
I think you and Gemma must have had a great life together Ann, and that is all we can wish for..made me go awww too..x
I agree, Ann. Like Banksy says - corny but nice. I liked it. I hope writing the poem helps a little for you.
<Deleted User> (7212)
Fri 14th Jan 2011 22:19
Lovely - and every bit as corny as mine (on here a while ago) - he was black as well ( I think you know ?
http://www.writeoutloud.net/public/blogentry.php?blogentryid=11352
Aw, so sad, just beautiful, Ann, condolences. xx
<Deleted User> (8943)
Fri 14th Jan 2011 19:37
Aw, pulls at the heartstrings, I'll be devastated the day my dog shuffles off this mortal coil...
and why not ?
beautifully written
and sorry about gemma
Unashamedly sentimental!
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Elaine Booth
Tue 18th Jan 2011 20:36
So sad but so sweetly put. My parents are facing this with their cat, as she is getting very frail. I think your poem will comfort them, it is so bitter-sweet.