died

*My Mr Boots*


February.12.2014
Trisha M Barrek Hopkins

A Black fragile kitten
So tiny and barely filled with life
At five and a half weeks old 
You were smaller then my daughters mitten
He's not going to live i was told
But I wouldn't take that for an answer
I fought for you to live
And for a brief while
My love was all I could give


I fed you your baby bottle
And with each day
Your soul came back to your body
Personality began to show 
People were shocked and didn't know what to say
They couldn't believe
Oh how much you began to grow
It wasn't your time to leave

 

The pink came back to your toes
You held on to your life so tight
Even the wetness came back to your nose
Your fur began to shine 
You kept a strong fight 
My Mr Boots finally you were all mine 

 

We would sit and play on the floor
You chasing after the red laser dot 
We would go for hours 
You going in circles in the same spot 
You always wanting more 
You were non stop

 

Then one day to my heart 
I got a painful blow
My life was torn apart
At about five months old you just died
I couldn't understand
The morning under my daughters bed
I leaned over and touched your body again
Only this time you were so cold and so lifeless

The angels came for you after all
But exactly when
I don't know why
I'll never forget I was a terrible mess

How did your spirit fall


I don't want to cry 

I saved you from death
I didn't hear Gods call
I wasn't there when you took your last breath
I was so angry and upset
My fist hit the wall

All of sudden my tears came out of my eyes
And to my knees I began to fall

 

Its not fair you cant be gone
You're My Mr Boots
The kitten with a second chance to create our bond
To live your life 
You can't be the one the angels wanted
But yet they took you away 
Now your spirit is haunting 
I believe I see you everyday

 

Why did you have to go
I'm dumb founded I don't know what to say
I'll always remember thou
I will love you either way
You are a very special gift
And this everyone will know 

 

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Wind Of Death

Folder: 
2006

When I was a child

A wind gusted strong and wild

 

It smelt of death and

A change was in its breath

 

I wanted it to go away

And all it did was stay

 

I died a little inside

Having no one to confide

 

Buried it fast and deep

Not stopping to weep

 

But listen to that sound

Nothing like it can be found

 

That strange wind

Is picking up again

 

But where it blows

Well, only god knows

 

And I’m running to hide

Because there’s no one to confide

 

I don’t want to feel that way

The death I felt inside that day

 

~Chrystal

Written on

October 16, 2006

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I dont really remember what this poem was about but I do know its true.

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