Poetry
Loss
Stubborn dog — You accepted love crumbs and made feast of it
Published in
Nov 11, 2020
Stubborn dog — You accepted love crumbs and made feast of it.
The loss you felt walking towards age, we could have done more, loved you more.
Stubborn dog — Attached to life even when it’s sour.
Your last years should have been sweeter, we could have done more, loved you more.
No, eyes don’t feels — while most of us left, you awaited.
We came to you for sorries and goodbye — and witness one more time your quiet love and pride.
A yard is not enough — run wild, my dear stubborn dog.
