FOR A DEAD PET
They come home
pleading with wild eyes;
and every time you lose them
you miss them even more,
with each haunting welcome them back
as though they would always be there
reliving your despair.
They come home
pleading with wild eyes;
and every time you lose them
you miss them even more,
with each haunting welcome them back
as though they would always be there
reliving your despair.
<Deleted User> (18118)
Tue 15th Oct 2019 19:20
Extremely moving.
I've been through this.
A poem to remember.
Hannah
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raypool
Wed 16th Oct 2019 22:01
Hi Hannah. Well I'm sort of glad you clicked with this, but it obviously was a painful time for you, so might have re kindled those feelings, which is a compliment to my poem, thanks.
Thanks too Kate for liking it.
Ray