I cannot dredge it up,
That illusive madness,
Grief.
I can remember one year ago,
Tomorrow morning.
I packed one bag,
Brought her one pup,
Drove pup home,
Drove back,
Held her hand,
Told her, I don’t know,
If you are dying.
And truly,
Who I was to say?
Knowing the only thing that kept her alive
Was her sheer strength of will.
Her frail body past whippoorwill,
She was camouflaged.
Hidden by big eyes, red lips,
Huge love.
We miss you, Charlotte.
And back at you, Robin <3
A lovely poem, Erica. Wrapping you up in prayers and hugs…
Thank you, Jennie!
So glad you’re sharing your words with us!
Thank you for your kindness, Nancy.
Sending hugs…