Cat-Shaped Hole
April 17th, 2005There’s a cat-shaped hole in my life
Not as raw, but definitely there
It swells out when I come home and open the door
It hurts me when I walk into the study
He used to raise his head and give a plaintive mew
Asking for love
A cat-shaped hole, but something else, too
I’ve learned something-
Learned that stories have endings
Learned about grief
Learned that loss hurts for some time
Learned that life goes on, because
Yesterday when I walked into the kitchen
A flower had bloomed on my windowsill
January 2005
A heart-felt poem…I like it but it is sad.
Is this still as true now as it was in January?
By the way, the above commentor may know where you can get some cat-shaped hole-fillers.
No…Emotionally that was a long time ago. Fortunately I have the written record to preserve the lesson.
I strongly reject the ideas expressed in your second statement.