'' My Reason For Living '' Poem by Bri Mar

When my partner died,
I couldn't go on,
Life at times can be cruel,
Each day I cried,
Grief's a powerful tool,
How could I go on living.

When she passed,
I gave up on life,
My world had crashed through the floor,
Feeling harassed,
With the worry and strife,
I couldn't go on any more.

Now I have a mate,
He's my best friend,
He assists in my hour of need,
I have to state,
It will never end,
As off of each other we feed.

We sit and talk,
Each and every day,
Companionship is a wonderful gift,
We go for a walk,
Lead each other astray,
It gives both of us a hearty old lift.

We both understand,
We're not the same,
It enhances the way we both feel,
It was never planned,
My Brother's to blame,
Initially it was not ideal.

One day he appeared,
Blanket in arms,
I resented his interfering behaviour,
With self-pity you're smeared,
This should ring alarms,
He said this may well be your saviour.

A bloody pet,
Will make me fret,
Let me wallow in my own sorrow,
Take him he said, lest you regret,
I'll leave him until tomorrow.

Those big brown eyes,
Looked up at me,
They were asking me for assistance,
My feelings I could not disguise,
Despite my show of resistance.

Now we're as one,
We are never apart,
Despite my initial misgiving,
Life is such fun,
He has won my heart,
He's restored,

‘' My Reason For Living ‘'