I put your blanket away today,
washed and stored for later use
-by others-not you-never again.
my feet will miss the softness-
your fur and your blanket,
as I rise from bed each morn.
at night it was my guide
it warned of approaching dressers
and a sleeping dog under foot.
that blanket owns a thousand moans
of exhaustion, contentedness and derision.
now muffled they remain, in the closet.
Girlie, you are gone but you linger
in lint traps, leashes and fond memories.
I was proud to know you, to be your friend.
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this is so moving
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How I hated to vacuum my floors. Slowly the dog hair in the lint trap of the dryer diminished. Luckily Buddy's good friend down the hall found great joy in the "new" toys he was given. Buddy's collar still hangs by my window, & his special stuffed dog toy has found a home with my own stuffed animals... a distinction Buddy new well... unless he really wanted attention!lol
Reading your Roxy poems is helping me through another level of healing in the loss of my Buddy. Thank you. I don't know what a professor of literature would say about this set of your poems... but I say your heart speaks loud & clear in a way that many can understand, appreciate & even relate to!!! This is exquisite poetry, for what else is poetry besides a window to the heart artistically portrayed... as these are!!!
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my Roxy Dogs collar(which she only wore on walks) hangs from my jeep mirror, her old license is on my keychain, so I know how you feel..as for waht a Prof. might say about these poems- I could care less- if I touch one reader- lighten one persons day- then I feel it was worth it...peace
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