Shadow

Amazing what gets dredged up in the memories. The pup’s name was shadow

outside the drawn floral curtains
in the scary dark night
a door closed

over and over
muffled whispers
of dad’s voice talking to
uncle phil

followed by sounds of
spades digging
in ground hardened by frost
striking on flint
grating on my mind
over and over

sharp stones in an untamed
garden in the cold of
winter

the dog had been sick
our fluffy black and white pup
my ears strained
what were they doing

and then
the penny registered
in my eight year old brain
dropping like a dead weight
hurting my heart

with horror
i listened to that scraping
and bedding down of soil
when i was unable to
shed a single tear

hiding
under the counterpane
trembling
like a small leaf buried
under a mountain of sadness

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Such a powerfully sad poem. I remember when my dad had to put downour rabbits that got real sick. it was gut wrenching.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Dale. So sad when we lose our pets. They are family. I appreciate you leaving me your thoughts. All the best.

Chris