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The Half Life of Rose

Sometimes in the evening
out of the corner of my eye
I think I see her there.

Lavender-white she lingers
curled in basket,
waiting for me.

Littlest won't enter the room.

Grieving seven days
Loving nineteen years
A lilac point Siamese and her partner, me
young girl grows into a woman.

Two children now
Lida Rose, my loss burns raw
And the Littlest won't enter the room.

By Foolsgold at 03/18/2004 - 8:33am | Poetry | previous forum topic

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wonderful

I love this. I especially love the repetition-- a wonderful way to use form to order the poem.

Wonderfully written.

JB

Whatever you write, nothing is ever lost.
Robert Penn Warren

By jannab at Wed, 05/12/2004 - 7:07pm |

Beautiful. I love the way yo

Beautiful. I love the way you use the passage of time.

By livsmama at Thu, 03/18/2004 - 4:18pm |

this is really lovely

I think it is such a good tribute. So many times the relationship between pet and owner is trivialized in sentiment, but this is really beautiful.

I'll share one of mine to my "soul" dog, who died two years ago this month.

crazed baying beagless
who knew love would come
four legs and tri-color

By moxmox at Thu, 03/18/2004 - 2:32pm |