Frank Ian Bowen

Rookie (23 May 1952 / Portsmouth, England)

Here Lies My Tigger - Poem by Frank Ian Bowen

Here lies my Tigger, now safe and sound,
His poor broken body beneath this ground,
Hit by a vehicle it seems as he roamed
Found on the footpath trying to get home
His passing’s wounded me deeply within
I mourn his pure softness; his tickly chin,
His proud bushy tail, his beautiful coat
His paws and his claws and his tickly throat
His clogging of trousers, his long ginger fur,
His magnificent whiskers, and resonant purr,
I weep at the memory of not being there,
As he died in the dark, away from my care
I cry at the memory of him, still warm but so still,
I longed for his life with all of my will,
He gave so much love to those in this home
To his friend Tolley and his sister Chlo’
I remember his nautiness, his love of fresh air
His fondness for food, his twists up the stairs,
Three years of life he shared with us here
I cannot avoid the shedding of tears
Dear Mr Tiggs I miss you so much
Life’s not the same without your soft touch
Lie peacefully Tiggs, in this forest of friends
Our love for you and your antics ne’er ends.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 12, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 12, 2011


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