When I have looked for poems to share online, I have done my best to find ones with a positive theme. This search has not been an easy one. For understandable reasons, the world of verse is rife with heart-wrenching odes to canine companions. Most of them I can’t even get beyond the first stanza without weeping. Because I know all of my kind readers are susceptible to this same emotion, I have steered clear.
I make an exception today. Be warned.
This poem was sent to me by my practically mother-in-law. I have mourned at least one dog with her in spirit and so it rings a personal note. It is simple and earnest and true. It ends with the hopeful belief we all have of meeting our friends again. Bittersweet, I guess, or as I called it as a child “happy-sad.”
As I share it, I can’t help but think of the dogs the Petosphere has lost. The Calis, and the Bellas, and the Blueberrys. I never got to meet them in person but their absence remains ripe. This grief is a lucky thing, I think. It would be far worse to never have witnessed their brilliant spirits at all.
I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
“It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care.
I want to re-assure you, that I’m not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said ” it’s me.”
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It’s possible for me, to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.”
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew…
In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over… I smile and watch you yawning
and say “good-night, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out…then come home to be with me.
Author ~ unknown