Let your eyes look up
straight into the mirror of heaven.
Know it will be alright.
Do not tremble.
Be steady.
But do not hold onto the ground.
Know, I am here with you still.
Be comforted, do not fear for your future.
All cats have nine lives, yet,
I believe you will have
a million.
And I hope to see you
in them all.
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Copyright6:20am PST August 9 2016
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BY THIS AUTHOR/WRITER
MELOO/MELISSA A HOWELLS
STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD
LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR TILT-A-WORLD
....."Wherever you go I'll be with you"
time is supposedly a Human construct.
It cause much grieving when we feel the loss of it
or more specifically the loss of time with some one
we hold dear. I read something recently which gave me
peace. In Lakota language there are no words for
saying good-bye to the dead. There is only good-bye
until we meet again, later...perhaps, meaning
in another life. That is what I was trying to say
in this poem. I hope, I like the wise Lakota, have
succeeded in conveying this message.
NOTE TO ANY AND ALL WHO READ THIS:
GHUEY IS NOT AN 'IT.' OR JUST A CAT OR ANIMAL.
GHUEY IS AND WAS OUR CHILD, A TRULY SENTIENT BEING
AND A LITTLE BUDDHA-MAN, LIKE HIS PREDECESSOR TIGGER.
PLEASE TO NOT REFER TO HIM AS AN 'IT' EVER. THANK YOU
