Thinking of an Old Dog at 2 a.m.
It's 2 a.m. and sleep eludes,
the thinking brain twirls,
the breath moves softly,
the heart expands,
sending peace,
to the tired ones
who stretch the dollar,
who give thanks for each penny,
to the old ones (the old old dog at son's house yesterday lying quietly on the floor looking at me with gentle watery eyes)
who take each breath
with little left,
energy shifting
to imminent departure.
Sending peace,
peace, a great gift
that makes the day,
and the night at 2 a.m.,
just fine.
<Deleted User> (57536)
Sat 16th Nov 2024 21:54
I know exactly which heartbreaking way you are coming from Helene may god bless them all for the pleasure and loyalty they do and always will provide 💕