his birthday
is not important
to me
no
it is the day
he died
the day he
left
me behind
the day
I watched
the tide
gently
carry him
away
take his spirit
out to sea
and
still I see him
along the beach
my big wooly
Pup
my dark dog
my big
black Pup
I miss your bark
I miss your breath
I miss your play
I miss my
soul mate
everyday
so I say
to my Pup
never set
me free
I endure
my pain
one that
is so
deep
within
for it is all
that I
have left of
you
until
we meet again
I will pretend
that I hold
you close
and
watch you run
along
the beach
as we used
to do
pretend
we still
snuggle close
as I
nuzzle you
I guess that this is an “unbirthday poem.” It is what came to me for Poet’s United “Birthday Poem.” I know just how much Sherry misses Pup. He was/is the love of her life. I grew up with horses, cats and dogs. I love my animals. I have never been without a cat. Before David came into my life, Max was my great love. He was Siamese and devilish. But what a love – we were inseparable. Sherry writes about Pup today. Her poem is haunting and painful and can be found .
This poem is linked to Poetry United’s Mid Week Motif’s Birthday Poems.
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I totally had Sherry more and more in mind as I read your poem! What a gift! And the cadence is carressing. Beautiful.
Such dear friends those ‘pups’ of ours…my old friend was called Lars…a mixed Australian Shepard…you poem brought back sweet memories.
yes they are such dears and some burrow even closer to our heart.
Oh Liz, Pup’s auntie, your poem made me cry and smile. The words sank so gratefully into my heart. Thanks for totally “getting it” about Pup. You are so right – the grief is the way I love him still and I do not want to be done with it, or him, ever. Thank you so much. What a surprise! Such a good one.
Gentle and kind present for memory of Pup, Sherry’s and any other who had such a friend…
I knew your poem had to be about Sherry’s love for Pup. How sweet of you to echo her thoughts in sheer understanding. My heart is with Sherry too.
Yes it can be so hard when they leave. It always makes me sad to remember.
What humanity we show when we can establish a loving relationship with our pets.
I really got Sherry’s poem in mind more and more as I read your lines.. and of course this is was a tribute to her pup..
yes, gracias for sharing Sherry’s heart in this piece. lovely it is though hearfully painful
Oh, Liz, what a caring poem you have written! Yes, those of us who have known Sherry for a while TRULY know how much she misses that Pup. Those who are animal lovers understand one another.
Sounds like this pup was definitely your best friend. My condolences, and hopes of good memories goes out to you. This is a wonderfully written poem that certainly is deserving of this wonderful dog.
What a wonderful poem.
When pets go they leave a hole in our hearts.
This is something I read that consoles me…
It came to me that every time I lose a dog they take a piece of my heart with them. And every new dog who comes into my life, gifts me with a piece of their heart. If I live long enough, all the components of my heart will be dog, and I will become as generous and loving as they are.
-Unknown
bisous
Suzanne
hugs. my greatest friend growing up was a hound names hobo….we went everywhere together…
so I feel you…so hard when they pass…and we will always remember them…
oh i feel your heart in this… i used to have a dog when i was a teenager… he was such a good friend and it was tough when he died.. hugs…
and you will meet again…one day…
is this one that you have run before? of have you just written of him like this before.
was thinking i remembered it…obviously you loved him much…