Sunday, January 23, 2011

Missing Puppy

I am mindful that she is gone
but my body forgets --
feet avoid the place
where her metal dish sat on the kitchen floor,
fingers reach to scratch her satin-soft ears

nothing's there but me and the empty air
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  1. AnonymousJanuary 23, 2011 at 10:36 AM

    Oh! Oh! Hardly words ...how we miss our furred creatures when they go. the phantom limb of their satin-soft presence.

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  2. Penelope PottsJanuary 25, 2011 at 10:59 PM

    Oh, made me think of my husband going away for work and then realized it was about a dog. My apologies to you, my husband, and my dog. Lovely piece.

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  3. AnonymousJanuary 28, 2011 at 2:13 PM

    Very touching, Donna. Hugs.

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