Sheena, our black lab mix wonderdog died over a year ago, but sometimes as I'm waking up in the morning, I could swear she's next to my bed. I wrote the following at my Writers' Group this week:
To Sheena
Our ritual-
Cold nose nudges my face
as morning intrudes
into my bed
I place my hand
on your soft head
You run for the door
and come back,
tail wagging as I
Rise
from dreams of sand
and twisted shells
I stretch,
pull on my empty pockets
up to my knees
and laugh
Wrong pants!
Quick change
and we’re off
to carve out
our walk
Along the sunflowered paths
-Kathi
Gabe and Tim
the three eyed boys
Sofia and Gabe
Eli
Family
Abram, Rachel, and Aden
About Me
- Kathi
- Mother of six and grandmother to 9, I retired from teaching middle school English in 2009 and love life! I also love to occasionally act in community theatre and have co-written two plays as well as written 4 of my own. Writing is a big passion: poems and stories, and I have a couple of novels started, but I'm in no big hurry to finish. It's the writing part that "turns me on"!
4 comments:
Sweet. I know the feeling--sometimes I still think I see Trina.
Love it! Spoken from the heart!
So sweet. I know you miss her.
I love it! I also sometimes still think I see Dixie and Burger...what names! The two new kittens are supposed to be Skippy and Stitch, but they're girls. I'm thinking about renaming them before we pick them up... :)
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