Escape plan: a poem
Escape plan: a poem
My mom ran after her puppy
He had been sick for too long
He was bounding like a rabbit in spring… running away…
Best we can figure is he didn’t want her to see him die
But
For good or ill
She didn’t let him go
She caught him and swept
Him up in her arms
Gently she said “what are you doing?” Bouncing him like a baby
Getting ready to a nap.
He passed away in her arms
I can see his reflection in her eyes while she holds him shaking with long quiet tears.
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