Harry, Monday

I see your face and I weep,
For this is the night my beautiful friend.
You lick the tears from my face,
Your spirit so strong, but with body broken.
I love you so much.

“Father take this cup from me…” “This too is love, my son”

We take the journey, your sister left unknowing.
I am glad the three of us are together now,
To share this final moment.
We both hold you, nuzzle your neck. You smell so fresh.
I hold your head, and look into you eyes, as you go to sleep.
I break.

The moonflower came out that night,
Pure, white magic,
I picked one for Susie and one for your sister,
To breath in and recognise it’s beauty in this moment.
By morning, like you, their journey back to the earth had begun.
Go well my friend, I miss you.

Harry, Monday

Bilgolaj

Bilgola, Australia

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A poem I wrote after putting down one of my two 15 year old dogs.
They were both special, but the first time struck me the hardest.

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