The Stirring of Tears

I can not stop

the stirring of tears

that will come.

They are for her,

the one who is dying,

this little dog,

with brown eyes dimming.

 

And they are also for

all that has come before

this dying,

this goodbye.

 

My life,

crested with goodbyes.

The pattern of grief,

a map

that I have followed,

leading me here,

 

To this little dog,

with just a  flicker of time together.

Now,

our goodbye.

 

When the crying ends,

smiling  into the grief,

bright colors of love felt deeply,

for that little dog,

and everyone,

who has come before her.

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