Walking down the hall, I see
through one door, Andrew
at his desk by the window
(where the second bed is now)
pantherish Levi snuggled at his feet;
or glimpse Freya through glass
reclining outside in sunshine –
cats and man, all gone,
always remaining.
Written for dVerse quadrille #15: leaves / leave.
Featured by Sherry at Poets United in Poems of the Week: Furry Feline Friends We Have Known and Loved, along with poems by Toni Spencer and Susan Chast.
All have their own thing to do. That should keep them occupied. A respite for everyone and not being a bother which is good
ReplyDeleteHank
I hoped that title, last lines, and particularly 4th line, would reveal the true situation.
Delete"all gone,
ReplyDeletealways remaining."-- I love this, especially, Rosemary. <3
Oh, thank you! Those were the lines I most wondered about, if they were working.
DeleteThis is a lovely poem but I find it disturbing because one day I am going to experience all these things and I don't think I will be able to get through it.
ReplyDeleteBy that old method – one step at a time.
DeleteAll gone and always remaining. Yes, that is the way of it.
ReplyDeleteI think there are always part remaining... so apt.
ReplyDeleteI walk too. Thank you
ReplyDeleteI really feel this, Rosemary. It's beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThose visuals can hurt as well as heal us. Those we love are truly "remaining" in our hearts and minds.
ReplyDeleteA very touching piece, Rosemary.