Merbdelia
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
cavy
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