Yelping Or Flinching Poem by Uriah Hamilton

She drew a small flower
on a restaurant napkin
and I kept it for years in my Bible.

I've been in the rain
and received sunlight from a smile
when I was lost in the world
an innocent child.

I've been driven to tears
in the long lonely years
remembering her eyes
and how they never gazed into mine.

There are no explanations
for this slow drowning death
and tossing away every rescue rope.

It's inconceivable
ever visiting her
but I will bring a bouquet to her grave
if she enters eternity first.

The hurt is insufferable
that life inflicts upon humanity
but a dog can learn to be kicked
without yelping or flinching.