Hallmark
by Pat McKinney
I have a collection of memories of you,
At first, frightened of never knowing friendship again,
Of never belonging.
I had so little time, And I could only offer - what?.
How was life once known to be reborn?
You jumped on the bed as I lay reading,
And began to lick my feet.
You laid beside my chair, where my hand
Would touch your head.
One day you learned to run in circles and dodge
Around the other, running for joy, for life.
Then one day you came and sat close by my side
As I lay reading in the cool blue room.
Sat bolt upright in the curve of my arm,
Regarding me steadily and gravely.
My attention caught, I held you between my arms,
Hands on your shoulders, caressing your softness,
And regarded you in your way, steadily and gravely.
Several minutes passed, slowly and quietly,
Something was said, something was understood.
We knew each other.
You are gone now, but I still see you looking at me so gravely -
So quietly and so tenderly.
Goodbye, my friend.