It feels so good to be back
with you where I belong,
sitting here on this low, low flowerbed wall
with easy access to Benji and Cleo
for pats and strokes and cuddles and conversation,
and the bluest sky overhead
with a million cloud messages
each different from the other
created so carefully
and with so much love
by Flicka, Tigger and Daisy in Heaven.
It is difficult to remember
that there is a bright, warm sun up there
and that it is not the warmth
of your mesmerising smile
that is lighting and warming up the sky.
(23 September 2011)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am mesmerized, as usual by your words. A gay, romping poem full of tenderness and joy. Will try to decipher from now on the messages the clouds carry around. Thank you