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Merbdelia: In Memory of (a poem)



All fur and bone, a tiny love

energy of life almost spent

yet enough left over

to rest her tiny head on the crook of my arm

Her entire last night at my side

my eyes mist with the fullness of tears

gratitude for the mystery;

a gift of love from the smallest of creatures

her telling me I acknowledge your affection for me

and return it to you

She passed on my mother’s birthday

Is this significant?

To me it is

A higher being of larger flesh bone brain heart

not able to expand in love and expression thereof

wound up in the binds of cruelty neglect resentment anger

wound up being so much less than

the loving heart of an aging and sickly


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