Patrick William Doallas
March 25, 1950 - May 5, 2009
After,
she put away her best dress
and buried the Schipperke left
behind. Five years, and another
section in the cemetery fills. I stand
where our father lies and say good-
bye again. Who could
sleep the morning after.
© 2014 Maureen E. Doallas
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In the early spring mornings my faithful border collie would stretch as she glanced up at the still present moon.Then she would quickly look back at me-as if to say- all is still there,perfect and lovely,shining through the demands of light and despite the numbing haze.
Feeling the loss.
A beautiful poem Maureen.
Thank you.
This is very, very lovely, Maureen. The way you weave the dog into the tale is so deft.
beautiful commemoration... and condolences even if it was years ago... one still feels the loss
Painfully beautiful, Maureen.
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