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.