Glancing at a Buddlia while in my garden I saw in my mind’s eye my daughter’s cat asleep beneath it, he is no longer with us in body, but in spirit he is, which prompted these few words.

Shadows linger where you lay:

born within the echo of

a breath.

soft memories hold

the silent hand of time,

keeping you close yet

lost to the eye.


© sweetwater 2021
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I loved this.

You’re kidding. This is soft and gentle and says what you felt and says that in a gentle not pretentious way. I say, thank goodness you did decide it was worth posting.

I concur with Chrissy’s sentiments, Sue. A gentle and heartfelt little poem. No need for self-doubt.

Luigi x

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