After Sam

Sam, my yellow retriever, died. Boy! Did I miss him.

My eyes, now in a twinkling gaze, survey the forest behind my yard. The snow, dreary in the eerie light, creates a magic hour between day and night. I'm looking for Sam, my dog, out there in the witching air without me.

Who knows, aside from the gods, where Sam's spirit dwells, perhaps he's right here, waiting for me, outside my door, whispering, "Al come, come walk with me again".

The other diversions slowly bleed into me, denying pain. moving toward some otherness but always some part of me lingering                                                        -- Oh! That damn fool in me rising -- deluding myself that Sam would somehow return from his eternalness.

The sadness washes over me, tears slowly succumb to memory, an image appears of Sam peering over the sofa. I know his nose is smelling; it's dinner time. I smile as his huge lumbering body soldiers to the table, and then, as if by some force of mystery, a joyous moment arcs across my soul. 

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thank you Kelly. Your words, poems and yourself blossom all over my soul.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Oh Alfred, I didn't know about Sam. I have dealt with the loss of many pets, from kidney disease to respiratory illneses, to a crippling arthritis...all resulting in euthanasia. The pain is overwhelming, and now I understand the joy you must have felt in bringing Honey home!

I choose to believe that there is a place in heaven for our four legged friends. I'm sure some tails will be wagging for many of us, if it's true!

I loved your poem, especially the line where you said he's probably waiting for you outside your door, whispering, "Al come, come walk with me again." It's quite a tender read, and as an animal lover, I very much enjoyed it!


My best,
Kelly

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Chris. I ordered 2 books from Amazon but they haven't shipped.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Sam died on January 12, 2011.

[Alfred Kukitz]

R.I.P. 1/12/2011