Tuesday, March 25, 2014

After (Poem)

Patrick William Doallas
March 25, 1950 - May 5, 2009


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


Ned said...

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.

S. Etole said...

Feeling the loss.

Louise Gallagher said...

A beautiful poem Maureen.

Thank you.

Dawn Potter said...

This is very, very lovely, Maureen. The way you weave the dog into the tale is so deft.

ann tracy said...

beautiful commemoration... and condolences even if it was years ago... one still feels the loss

drew said...

Painfully beautiful, Maureen.