...telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.
---from Mary Oliver's "Messenger."
Meat Pie our Chocolate Labbie
born on February 14, 2002, and died the morning of January 2, 2009.
So now I am in a new chapter. Can't even say it is new, as I have been here before, just not with my Meat Pie. And really, my writer-self has collapsed for the time being, so I am going to let Denise Levertov say it for me:
Talking to Grief
Ah, grief, I should not treat you
like a homeless dog
who comes to the back door
for a crust, for a meatless bone.
I should trust you.
I should coax you
into the house and give you
your own corner,
a worn mat to lie on,
your own water dish.
You think I don’t know you’ve been living
under my porch.
You long for your real place to be readied
Before winter comes. You need
your collar and tag. You need
the right to warn off intruders,
to consider my house your own
and me your person
and yourself my own dog.
Thank you all, for being there, for your love, for your proving that Life is Good.
xoxoLC
1 comment:
I do not know what to say, except that I am sorry and I feel for you.
peter
Post a Comment