Persian Quatrains For Jeanie - Poem by Gert Strydom
You used to chase the tennis ball in a sudden dash,
would jump into the swimming pool with a loud splash
or would chase away the pecking doves
in your territorial clash.
When I came back from work, even if I was running late,
you would faithfully in the dark wait,
would leap ecstatic up and down
while barking in joy at the garden gate.
Perhaps in that last summer you sensed in your own way
that your time would be up, while I have got to stay
and followed and adored me much more
until the last sunny day.
In that last tick-fever finality
that came so very suddenly between you and me
pain stuck a raw nerve in my heart
when in your eyes the fight of trying to live I did see.
Who truly knows the Creator’s plan,
the essence of friendship between dog and man,
the simple things that are binding an animal
much closer, than man to any human?
In the kingdom beyond I believe you are free
but I do not know it with certainty,
as we view God from a confined perspective
but I want you, to again be with me.
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