Cherished...
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Tonight,
my loss was complete
etched deeply forever
in my besaddened mind...
My delicate-legged,
lanky-bodied
black and white kitten,
is forever...gone.
Oh, sure, he is on my
daughter's wall, in two pictures
of utmost animal beauty,
the one of a young baby cat,
sleepy head showing
over the quilt she doesn't like to use,
anymore, I don't blame her for that.
The other, of him, teenage legs
crossed in relaxation,
looking loved,
and cherished...
forever gone.
I've tried to avoid such,
and asked her to remove those pictures,
from her wall,
as I cried tonight,
putting her to bed,
but, no, she won't,
cannot,
she said...
Is it always like that with youth?
Does age resound louder with loss?
Why do I feel so stricken, still,
for an animal? A Cat?
(a "personality" is)m>(.~
.*+^#|(dead)"`*^.><
(forever.)
He was A Cat,
my friend, and a clown,
my companion, my rebellion...
my freedom.
I am deadened,
there,
where
it counts...can I do it again?
Can I open myself
to such pain, again?
...yes, I have to,
or I am moot.
Erin Moen
1/16/03
Thursday, January 16, 2003
It's been almost 2 months now since my Mother's Day kitten disappeared...such a small anguish in the pain of the world, but succinctly..mine. I hate it.
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& Love, in this world...well, bravo, to you...and yes, the loss of a pet can hurt terribly...I think you have a heart so willing to share, well...you, this, your gifts won't allow you not to be truthful...and what a sweet kitty he sound like, but yes...if you can, maybe...oh!
((((((((Erin))))))))))))))
moon
Super Bowl of life.
"Reviewed by Bill Murray (author) 1/16/2003
Marilyn...it is so funny how things work ...
Tinka wrote a poem about suicide and this is what came out. I didn't even know it was there inside of me:
"Yes we do Tinka! Many nights in my cell I wanted to end it ... Many times in fits of depression ... I wanted to end it. Many lonely nights ... I wanted to end it ... many drunken stupors ... I wanted to end it
and now on the end of my life ... I still want to end it; the suffering and pain that I feel in my psyche. My soul cries out to end it. But I will stay for awhile. Only because of my songs. I will stay and try for one last time to achieve something with my wrecked life. And if that fails. I WILL END IT." ....................................
But I felt a sadness here and this is the next thing I read; almost like I was drawn to you; so it is here again. Sorry Bill
........... again sorry ... the automatic writing has me in its grasp ... revealing tings I never knew. Forgive me for this insanity.
Namaste'
Melanie
So sad sorry sweetie.
beautiful heartfelt write.
peggy
Jack