Wednesday, March 28, 2012

For Betty

You died as a flower does:
petal by petal.  
When my body returns to clay 
I hope to feel your fur once again
with my celestial hand. 
My hand is not unlike your paw.
Your paw is not unlike a gentle budding branch.

Betty Anglin, 1998 - 2012.

May you rest peacefully, you were the delight of my heart and days.

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