BENNY

BENNY
by Anon

He is dead.
The bright eyes closed,
Soft paws crossed in sweet repose,
His heart is stilled in tranquil sleep,
His brief life closed in timeless deep.
Can I forget the things I know,
I,
his ‘Mum’,
who loved him so?
Can I forget his gentle ways,
The joy we shared,
the summer days?
The softness of his silken fur,
The welcome of his happy purr?
Can I forget the things I know,
I,
his ‘Mum’,
who loved him so?
Now he lies in grave unmarked But with him lies my broken heart.