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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