She sleeps beside the stove
and dreams
perhaps
of younger days
when she could climb the stairs
and look for children
who are no longer there;
of days
when she could climb into a chair
and sleep beside a cat
who is no longer here;
perhaps she dreams of joining them
wherever they may be
or maybe she's just lying here
and wondering
how it all will end.
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1 comment:
Our Westie Seamus, who is ailing, has this same look.
My heart just tugs seeing her.
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