Charlotte Lobo (Feb 22,1985-March,16 2006) Poem by Pritisha Sardesai

How sad it was that until now,
I could not write a line
To help me through this hardship, and
To ease this awful pain.

The sorrow and the emptiness,
The raw and biting fear,
Would overwhelm and blur out
Every line I’d write, with tears.

Our mornings had become routine,
We settled, over time;
With evenings full of patterns that
Are blueprints in my mind.

Beside me, by my bed at night,
We’d slumber, each in place;
And in the morning without fail,
I’d wake to your sweet face.

We’d cuddle and we’d hug
And if I had to go to school,
You’d wait for me so patiently
For then, when I’d return.

When you return home,
And as you reached the door,
I would come down running and give you a hug,
And my heart would always soar.

I would wag and wiggle, sing and hug,
And I would circle till you dropped,
Onto the floor where then we’d cuddle,
While I howled and talked.

You’d give a little sigh and wag,
And promptly jump right up,
To come to my familiar arms,
And cuddle like a pup.

The years passed by too quickly,
Though I know that time can’t dim,
The memories that I have of you
Will always stay within.

It happened just as surely as
I’d seen you standing there -
Perhaps you’d whispered, don’t miss them,
They’re special and they care.

So on this day, I will bring home,
Your newest furry love;
And in this, I take comfort that,
You’ll watch us from above.