waking up on the wrong side of heaven…

in recent months
i’ve lost a number
of friends
and
i was wondering
how someone copes
with the loss
of
a life partner
so i broached
the subject
with aunt bea
who said
there comes a day
when we all
wake up alone
familiar sounds
are replaced
by silence
morning meals
are no longer shared
and
sometimes
the meal is replaced
by
warm coffee

and
empty stares
into
moments of yesterday
i still recall
those first days
my movements
through the day
became
repetitive
almost tasteless
but
i’ve found
if one opens
their heart
the beauty that
was
begins
to remind you
of
all
of life’s beauty
and
the glow of lost love
warms each new day

that old dog…

ain’t worth
a hill of beans
can’t chase rabbits
anymore
too hobbled for that
and
even
the cat
now
parades
unafraid
in front of him
stopping from time
to time
to lick its paws
yep
that old dog
has lost a step
or two
can’t even see
who’s coming in the house
be it
friend or foe
he just wags his tail
and
grabs his stuffed toy bunny
recalling no doubt
the days when
a good toss
meant
a romp across the yard
and
retrieving it
was rewarded
by
a pat on the head
or
better yet
a belly rub
he’s surely
knockin’ on heaven’s door
has to be helped
up the steps
and
needs a ramp
to get into the back
of the truck
one lady said
i should
put him to sleep
i said
doc says he ain’t
in no pain
she said
there’s nothing left
but
i said
he’s still
full of love