She is one of the great loves of my life, and I the only love she has ever known.
And I write this to you as you sleep and dream.
Promise me you will not grieve for me too long.
I have had a wonderful life, better than most
And beyond my imagining when you rescued me.
You have ever been my friend, and I yours I hope.
When you have despaired, I despaired with you;
And when you found such joy in your children
I rejoiced with you, though was a little sad,
For I could never be more to you than your dog.
And yet you have loved me no less than a child
I think . . . and it is all the more dear to me,
For your love is not of the blood but the spirit
And a heart that chose to make a home for me.
You humans seem to make love so complicated
When for me it has been such a simple thing,
And I know it is because you have made it so.
When my teeth could no longer help me eat,
You made my every meal . . . when my body
Ached and betrayed, you gently carried me;
And when I could no longer know, and soiled
The floor, you understood and forgave me.
And I know that after our last walk together
You will hold me in your arms one last time
To lay me where the roots of your pine trees
Are deep in the ground that is sacred to you;
And there, where boughs shelter so much life,
Their living roots will shelter me in my death.
But please do not grieve too long, and know this:
I will be at peace, no less than I knew with you.
When you look out to where I lie, please do not
Be too long lonely. Even then and there is love.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2011-02-28 at 18:16
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Promise Me
All life grows weary . . . but my love does not,And I write this to you as you sleep and dream.
Promise me you will not grieve for me too long.
I have had a wonderful life, better than most
And beyond my imagining when you rescued me.
You have ever been my friend, and I yours I hope.
When you have despaired, I despaired with you;
And when you found such joy in your children
I rejoiced with you, though was a little sad,
For I could never be more to you than your dog.
And yet you have loved me no less than a child
I think . . . and it is all the more dear to me,
For your love is not of the blood but the spirit
And a heart that chose to make a home for me.
You humans seem to make love so complicated
When for me it has been such a simple thing,
And I know it is because you have made it so.
When my teeth could no longer help me eat,
You made my every meal . . . when my body
Ached and betrayed, you gently carried me;
And when I could no longer know, and soiled
The floor, you understood and forgave me.
And I know that after our last walk together
You will hold me in your arms one last time
To lay me where the roots of your pine trees
Are deep in the ground that is sacred to you;
And there, where boughs shelter so much life,
Their living roots will shelter me in my death.
But please do not grieve too long, and know this:
I will be at peace, no less than I knew with you.
When you look out to where I lie, please do not
Be too long lonely. Even then and there is love.
Poetry by countryfog
Read 557 times
Written on 2011-02-28 at 18:16
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