To Pierre

you sat on the fireplace mantle,

and viewed my inentions,

with sharp eyes,

throwing glass to the floor,

to show your discontent,

of an empty bowl,

 

crash,

 

A fury invades, but my love

for you, stays my wrath,

I replace penalty,

with a gentle pamper,

and I embrace your weighty body,

cradled in my generous arms,

 

silence,

 

the glass relics lay safe,

on the fireplace mantle,

free from fear of fragility,

as you are now gone to the crystal relics,

but you will never be gone to me,

as i remember your sharpened eyes,

 

your coat so thick,

brown and black,

as if god covered you in mud,

and oil,

your demands of cat food and kitty litter,

will never be forgotten.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Bluet_Belle]

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww:P


I love this!!! I almost cried:(


I figured at first it was about a child or a pet:P And i guessed right:P

I have two kitties:P

And Kong(my favourite but dotn tell anyone) always throws things. He refuses to share any surface with any inanimate object. Nothing is safe.

And while we get frustrated with them, we still love them, like children:P And its so sad when they are gone:( They become our best friends:(

I like this write:P

Its good:D:D:D:D