The dirt was mercifully soft
my friend had buried cats before
and knew how to coach.
Pushing the soft earth
over the black bag in the grave
I prayed:
May the God who gave you
receive you
though we do not understand
we give you back
trusting in something
beyond the fever of life
eternal
in the stars.
Amen
Beautiful, Bill. It reminded me of doing the same with one of my daughters when she was five. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
May God bless you with nice vision. Wonderful poem composed and shared really. Nice one.