Nameless child, born in a bush
not too far where you would call home.
Abandoned by your parents
but brought into four warm walls
where another youngster would love you.
Your existence now your namesake,
you became that which left you to die;
a mother to other creatures
large and small,
feline and otherwise.
Eaten by a washer
but survived for a decade more,
the rainbow bridge beckons
but you gave us one more smile
before walking through that door.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoesíaPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
