Your Pet Loss Poems'What About Tomorrow?'
What can I do tomorrow without you?
WAITING FOR THE DAWN DOESN'T MEAN THE SAME
when the two of us can't feel it together.
WHAT GOOD IS THE EARLY MORNING FIRE
when the warmth doesn't come from you?
THE MANY SPECIAL TIMES,
when a soft nudge and gentle eyes
GAVE ME PEACE ---
They are all now trapped in
MY WOUNDED HEART THAT CAN ONLY JUST REMEMBER.
The many reminders, which like clockwork,
STILL TURN MY HEAD TO CHECK YOUR BOWL,
move my hand to offer you treats, and
SPEED MY FEET TO WALK THE FAVORED PATHS
now just take my breath away.
I STRAIN TO HEAR YOUR HEARTBEAT AND LISTEN FOR
the reassurance that you are by my side,
RESTING COMFORTABLY BY MY CHAIR
with puppy dreams and noisy air.
EVERY RATTLE OF A DOG SIZED DISH AND A MEAL NEXT
to your spot leaves me feeling selfish
THAT I'M HERE AND YOU'RE NOT.
But I'm still around for some reason
OTHER THAN TO HURT SO MUCH FOR YOU.
Maybe you were in my life to teach me what to do?
JUST COME, PLEASE COME, LEAN ON MY ARM AGAIN.
I need you to help me through this awful, awful thing.
YOU'LL BE WITH ME FAR PAST FOREVER
because I know I can't do this alone.
YOU FLOOD MY THOUGHTS WITH TIDAL WAVES
of love then loss and sorrow.
THEY WASH OVER ME WITH SO MUCH FORCE
that I feel there will be no tomorrow.
I'LL BE HERE ON YOUR BEACH, COUNTING EVERY GRAIN OF SAND,
waiting for you to join me again, man's best friend and man.
IN HONOR OF PRESTO: 6/30/98-1/21/09
(BETH & FOYE TERRELL)
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