Purry Died Today Poem by Tom Billsborough

Purry Died Today

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Upon this day of bitter sorrow
I see no dawning of tomorrow
For Purry died today.
Yes, Purry died today.

Oh, were I Orpheus with his lyre
To charm and make the Gods conspire
To bring him back again
To bring him back again.

There is no song. There is no sound
Since Purry lies below the ground
For Purry died today
Yes, Purry died today.

Wednesday, October 18, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: grief
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Mr Purry died of cancer on Wednesday.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bri Edwards 13 December 2017

Poor Tom! But think of it this way: Purry may have died on this day, but you probably enjoyed P for years, so buck up my man. Wipe away the tears! But let them flow first; embrace your sorrow. Perhaps you'll get a new P......tomorrow! did you? a lovely poem. to MyPoemList. bri ;) let me see if i can send all of the above and THIS sentence as a WHOLE comment, not in parts. if need be, i shall try Robert's 'trick'.

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Susan Williams 30 October 2017

Oh, no. I think so many of your friends here on PH are saddened by this news- I know I've gotten fond of hearing the misadventures of that cat and when I think of you so far away grieving for your wife, I always saw Mr. Purry giving you the solace of his rather unique and quirky personality and putting a smile on your face and in your heart. My dear friend, I know it is so soon to think of such things but I hope you find a little furball of a kitten because I hate to think of you puttering around your house without a cat taking your best chair, swiping your best steak, and lying purring on your lap. We all here on this site offer you our heartfelt sympathy and we all love you and miss that cat. .

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Tom Billsborough 30 October 2017

Yes, he was full of tricks. He was very fond of my newspapers, puzzle books and he loved sitting on top of our Cluedo board as my daughter and I attempted to play a game! One day Julie and I lined up the Cluedo characters behind him and Julie had her i pod at the ready. And sure enough Mr P came up with the goods, knocking five of the six pieces off the board with his tail. Funnily enough the one he missed was the one I always use, Colonel Mustard! Did he know? mmm.. I'll think of the fun we had together, me teaching him French.. I would say canard for duck and he seemed to understand. Or could it be that he could smell the duck I was hiding on a plate behind me. I don't know if I could ever replace him but two friends offered to take me to s Cat Rescue place. I thought it was a little early but I must admit if a stray adopted me I wouldn't turn it away. It is so sad because he was never at the Vets, apart from when he first selected me. He was a trifle overweight (7 kilos) but a very strong and faster than Usain Bolt when Turkey arrived on his plate. That you for your support, my dear friend.

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Seamus O Brian 30 October 2017

Tom, I found myself in a span of smoldering bitterness that this part of our lives seems to be a continuous series of things taken away. The stony interval of subtractions. After wrestling with this, I finally found some solace in the understanding that only that which had been given could be taken. The loss of a good thing requires its presence in the first place. I hope and wish for more good things to wander into your life, Tom, and for a resurrection within your heart and mind of all the goodness of those things which have enriched your life. Peace, my friend.

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Tom Billsborough 30 October 2017

You have described it so well, Seamus. Mr Purry wandered into my life as a stray and decided to adopt me. It took two months to get him to abandon the old couch in our garage and get him to make a permanent home here. But it was well worth the effort and if another cat chanced by, I know I wouldn't turn it away.Ironically my worry with Mr P is that, in view of our respective ages, he would outlive me and be left on his own and be abandoned again. I shared his life for seven years and I am grateful for every moment even when he scratched me during our play fights! Thank you for your kind words, my friend.

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Kim Barney 20 October 2017

Tom, I am so sorry for your loss. I had intended to write a poem about Mr. Purry, but never got around to it. I am going on vacation, but maybe I can still do one sometime in the future after I get back. On the other hand, your poem is done so well, that anything I wrote would probably just be a distraction. Anyway, just get a new kitten, and you will be smitten!

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Tom Billsborough 21 October 2017

I'm sure anything you write will be top quality. I often read your replies to Wes's work and think I wish I could beat that! Not a chance. I don't think I'll have any choice re cats. As I said to Annette, the cat door is still open. The last two cats adopted me. No doubt another opportunist will find a soft touch and a cafe with fresh turkey and chicken on the menu. I'll wait a while and see what fate brings me. Thank you, Kim. Much appreciated.

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Sandra Feldman 20 October 2017

I lost my Sandy 2 years ago. October 7th. I still cry every day. What can I tell you? your poem expresses so well how you feel. I understand your words and feelings so well. I am with you at this moment feeling deeply your pain. As we keep on looking for them in vain

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Sandra Feldman 21 October 2017

Thank you Tom for your very touching and heartfelt response. I cried, what else? My sad thoughts, however are with you, now in this very difficult time. Take care.

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Tom Billsborough 20 October 2017

October seems an unlucky month. I lost my wife of nearly 50 years on the 7th October last year. And now Purry who kept me going. He was a very healthy cat with no worries. As I am very tactile we were very close and I feel utterly bereft. Sandy is still with you in your heart and in many joyful memories. Your comment is deeply appreciated, Sandra.

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