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The Best of Brie
by Stephanie S. Sawyer → (All Poetry by Stephanie S. Sawyer)
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I found this poem in my files from years ago, and simply could not toss it out. It brings back warm and sweet memories. I hope you enjoy them, too.
A kitten. Siamese, at that. Deep azure blue eyes. A gleaming coat. Perching on the back of the couch, Frolicking in Lil’s hair. Like yarn, each strand. – A silver delight. Playful. Eager. Wide-eyed curiosity. Happy to be living each new day. A fast development. A full-fledged cat! Defining her dinner hour With an unrelenting howl of uncertainty. No question who rules. Defining her space Without even bothering to ask. Wood floors. Window ledges bathed in sunlight. The foot of Stevie’s bed. Emily’s pillow. Atop the afghan Deep in the closet. Bries’s unquestionable places. A mysterious cat. Where is she now? Hidden in some dark corner. Behind the pots and pans. Or under Emily’s clothes on the closet floor. Maybe napping in the donated clothing sack. Always beyond arm’s reach. I fall back respecting her need for privacy. Yet I want her closeness I resort to singing out Brie! - Brie! Oh – Brie! A two-toned call. Rise and fall. She awakes and knows - understands. I want to hold her. Stroke her Love her She decides she wants it, too. With a gleeful exuberance sometimes a sleepy alertness – she comes prancing down the hall following my voice. Eager and happy to be living each new day. Hardship did not abate her. A curiosity too keen for discipline. An open screen door. Opportunity knocks. A lost cat. Hours later. --- Sorting laundry in a dark, murky garage. A whimper of a mew. It’s Brie! Hidden and veiled in darkness. Too fearful to cry out. Too fearful to move. Overcome with a world bigger than herself. Only the familiar voice- The lyrical calling – Could coach her back to comfort, To reassurance, And a restored order of living – To loving and living each new day. Then a dark season. Stevie was not herself. - an operation. Anxiety ruled. Poor Brie. Seeking as usual, for want of love. Hold me Stroke me Cuddle me Her answer – a lost temper. Pain and confusion everywhere. A depressed cat For a season. Finally, full recovery. Brie had to be taught -- all over again – That Stevie loved her. Gently, patiently, steadfastly, Calling her back. Just a stroke on the head at first. Trust me, Brie. Please trust me. Patience. Reassurance Nurturing Finally, love won out. Brie came back Eager to return the gift. Once again playful Curious Happy to be living each new day. The final season. Love and nurturing abound. Brie discovers Fancy Feast And becomes even more emphatic about her dinner hour. Joyfully, I abide. Brie discovers catnip. An experience of ecstasy. Still playful at sixteen years. Then her body slows down. A minute’s decision to leap to a lap. Leaping isn’t easy anymore. Brie is tired --- worn by age. It is time to rest. Brie, my love, Thank you for your playfulness Eagerness Wide-eyed curiosity In many ways we are just alike. Thank you for your happiness In living each new day. Stephanie S. Sawyer Written March 26, 1994, Brie’s seventeenth birthday The Best of Brie

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on August 8, 2008

Stephanie,

This is beautifully penned, this tribute to Brie: well done. I'm sorry for your loss.

(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :(

Reviewed by Stan Law (aka Stanislaw Kapuscinski)

Few people realized how much it hursts when they leave us for good. Mine did two months ago. He left a great void.

Stan

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

A heavy heart, but heavy with golden memories you have, you are blessed! Jasmin Horst

Reviewed by Mary Lacey Desertrat

I really cried over this..I just lost my beloved Bob about a month ago, though it seems like yesterday. He died at the age of 16, his life was so full. You pay great tribute to your feline friend. You must miss him terribly.

Mary