This day deserves a poem.
Shadows on the walk
The morning Fall, the midday heat, the evening rain.
My dog lies no more at my feet.
His fourscore year and ten is past, he breathed his last.
I held him as we do.
Thank God I only lost a dog this year.
Thank God not him or her or we or them or us or you.
Thank God for losses we can bear,
Pretending life is not unfair,
Forgetting other years.
I swim and savor,
Knit and natter,
Pray and ponder.
Friendships strengthen.
Nights will lengthen soon.
This life, this loss, our fears, these years,
Our times, our hearts, the shadows on the walk.
The gifts we give, the ones we take,
They all deserve a poem.
If only I could give them one.
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