The days I've worn you,
warm upon my shoulder
have led us here --
surprised to find us older.
And there was nothing left
to do today
but hold you close
and help you on your way.
Be still, my little cat,
be well, be free.
I know you're somewhere new
and loving me.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoetryI don't have a bone in my hand that supports me to write a poem. Yet, I love reading them along. Sometimes aloud in perfect solitude, with me, my thoughts, some silent melody whispering by my side and when am engrossed in the stillness of my thought...
