Loss, human and animal.

The pain of loss becomes too heavy

To carry with you every day.

The ones you've loved begin to slip

Too far away.

The days ahead grow more lonely now.

But loving them still, you look to the shadows

And catch a glimpse of...

Something not quite seen.

Precious and ethereal,

As a treasured dream.



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Oh, hopeful poem, SW. Hope is

Oh, hopeful poem, . Hope is a virtue!!


You are the Dream!


Another human will die today, and an animal will too,

As man's rule is 'an eye for an eye', so this he will do,

A dream is how you got here, through the twinkle of an eye,

Your mother, your father, they dreamed of you, then said goodbye,

Life and love are momentary, the blink of a lash,

Wallow in it forever, and never make it all about cash,

Horrors will befall you, choosing to squander each day,

Work hard, speak your mind, and accept all that comes your way,

The light that shines within you is more powerful than you know,

And sad moodiness, sour thoughts change nothing at all!



...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


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Thank you for reading my

Thank you for reading my words, and for taking the time to write such a thoughtful reply.