Inky Poem by Larry Houston
Inky
I open the door
let little man in,
he stumbles as he crosses the threshold.
I'm in the kitchen, putting dishes away,
He walks in and we talk to each other.
Once again, I notice how thin he's become.
And I think about fathers and mothers
stepdads, cousins, best friends
who have left us diminished
by passing
I tell him how much he means
he looks at me, blinks
meows
my nineteen-year-old cat
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