Letters And Loyalty.
The last one I shall actually dedicate to Harvey. As with most Spaniels he would bring me things on request, but his main job, in his eyes, was collecting any letters from the hall and dropping them at my feet, hence the title of this poem.
The grief of you took all
my words and locked
them safe away.
’till I should know the
need of them, and
call them close one day.
I had no care
to turn my head nor
wonder at their loss, all
pens had fallen to the past
my ink to dust grew old.
Then as the sun turned
leaves to gold, one
last request to meet..
You found those words,
those letters lost,
and lay them at my feet.
© sweetwater 2021
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A beautiful tribute to Harvey and please don’t say this is the last. There are little, sweet things they do every day that we don’t always realise until they stop. The grief is terrible, unrelenting, but there are wonderful memories too. Love is such a two edged sword.
Thank you Gee I am sure Harvey will be an inspiration for many more poems but I won’t actually say they are for him, except of course for my own keeping.
They say love makes the world go round, but a I think grief makes you wish it would stop.
Sue xx
Glad this is not the last one dedicated to Harvey.
Having dogs understand the feelings, even the one’s you didn’t write in this piece…Tony
You are very kind Tony thank you very much. I appreciate your understanding of everything said and left unsaid in the poem. Sue.