Coming Home to Morrie
by Jade Windchime
Wednesday, February 06, 2002
Rated "G" by the Author.
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I wrote this poem at 4 a.m. when, upon coming home from work, my cousin's little cocker spaniel was crying to be let out of the kitchen.
Have you ever heard a dog cry?
Like a candle glow
like distant cries of tribal tribes,
where rivers flow
deeper and deeper
into the night.
though I try,
my body still,
Still I could not shut out the cries,
a melancholic sigh,
long and seemingly endless,
started out high,
dove downwards in a glissando,
mournfully meandering across the hall,
slithered through the crevice of my bedroom door,
A voice so beautiful and pure, yet
wrenched my heart when it reached my ears,
my heart was bleeding Morrie's tears.
She's just a bitch,
a wretched animal,
lowly and unworthy
of but superficial adore,
so why does my heart feel so much more?
Copyright Jade Windchime 2002
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|Reviewed by Julian
|I'm the owner of the cocker spaniel. Morrie came into my life 1 year ago as a new hobby - just something to amuse myself. But through her antiques and sweet, gentle nature she reminded me of how simple life can be. And should be. Just love the people around you unconditionally. Living most of the week as an "ass-kicking" career woman, I forgot how to. I'm thankful my younger cousin's faith and actions made the connection for me...|
|Reviewed by Caldwell Phillips
|Great poem Jade. Much success here at AD. Janet & Alan|