Four pounds of wasting muscleof hair long for the groomer
she'll never see
her teeth gone of age
and her museum spine
clothed in thinning skin.
A fiery throat of bile
upon the night
and
upon the morn
chicken and rice
returned in puddles
mixed of medicine
smelling of hell
on the stairs.
Still she breaths
and in her eyes
that proverbial light
asking not of mercy
but only love
as the time comes
near
when love is all
there is to give.
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"...when love is all there is to give."
Among the many poignant phrases within, this one in particular, may be one of the most powerful collection of words you've offered up thus far.
Its impact is staggering.
So sorry to hear this news. My heart goes out to you all. Love and hugs.
Still she breaths
and in her eyes
that proverbial light
asking not of mercy
but only love
Beautiful Tree
Smiles and Hugs,
Sue
S., I've had too many days in this space between medicine and heaven. I pour my vase upon them but I am growing weary and old and tired and my vase is not as full as it once was and what has been given has not been returned.
Thank you for your kind words.
Autumn, I'll keep you updated. Thanks for checking in.
Thanks Sue. Hope and trust you are doing well. Thanks for stopping by.
Bless her. Love is surely something she has never been without. It is hope and fun and kindness and warmth that she has known in this life. A lucky life it has been.
I hope there is mercy when sleep comes....for you all.
You know the well of love that I send to you now.
Hugs.
Aggie
Thanks Aggie. I know how much you love animals because I know how much I love them. Thanks for stopping by.
From my Maria
"Tell Trée to give all my love to the doggy"
She remembers her well from the Ceru commentary.
Tell Maria I said thanks. I forgot she made a cameo in those YouTube commentaries.
I haven't been to this space (your place) for so long (you know why *sigh*)and I am ashamed I could allow something to stop me from reading your beautiful words.Forgive me.
I know this 'chicken and rice' business. I know this feeling of helplessness so well.
Sometimes when we feel something so deeply, words shine brighter still.As yours do now.
SarahA, so nice to see you again. Your kind words are very much appreciated. Thank you. :-)
I read beyond the words too often. I read four pounds as one hundred and forty or perhaps eighty. I missed the picture and saw a woman, thin, frail, trying at the stairs. It might as well be. They touch us as deeply regardless, human or other.
Love to Maria and strength to you.
Thanks Erin. She is still hanging in there. How, I don't know.
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