Why Does Death Look Pale

Why does death look pale?
In cold trance of life gone by
Death takes them in hand
Leads them to where we don’t know
Their eyes close at last
Death leaves grieve in its wake
Our faces raw with tears
We remember our loved one now pass

Holidays Come Upon Me

Holidays come upon me
Turkey dinners which smell declious
Cheerful gathering of family
Only it’s the anniversary of my beloved pet’s death
Passed away across the rainbow bridge last year
My sorrow was great, my first holiday without her
This year my heart has slowly mended
A new dog enter my life
Has brought some joy back into the holidays
But this month I will always remember my loss
For she passed away just two days ago
My smiling shining star
Now up in sky watching down on me
As busy holidays come right around the corner

Elegy of My Dog

Numbness I felt as dead weights
As I removed your purple coat
From around your body;
Along with your purple collar
Which would jingle to announce your arrival.
I held them close to my chest
When I left you lying on the cold vet’s floor
Wrapped in favorite beige blanket
Which I would use to place on you in cold winters.
I breathe in your coat;
Touch my fingers to the inside
Seeking out any loose fur
Caught in its fleece lining
Only fur that still carried your scent.
Your collar is now silent
Jingling has stopped
No tinkling when it make again.
My world was turned upside down
I walked as if empty of life
In weeks and months that followed.
I would look for you among your favorite haunts
Hoping to catch your smiling face
Or the look of independence you craved so much.
The pain has dulled now
But returns sometimes as a rushing river
Over flowing out oceans or lakes.
I know somehow you are close by.
Silent as ever you were in life.
Only you told me what you wanted with your eyes
And now they are closed forever
As you sleep bathe in the sunlight of your favorite spot.

April 18th prompt from this site http://www.napowrimo.net/

Gone Is Weekend Photo Shoots

She smiled out behind screen. Her mouth open in doggy grin. Her paws just placed right upon keyword. She waited; eyes sparkled. A treat held up; camera ready. Snap; series of photos taken. Eagerly she took her treat. Again, I’d place her paws just right. Try to get her to look at computer. Place a treat in that direction. Another series snapping away. All gone is weekend of taking photos now that pup has passed away, however.

April 5th Prompt: Write a poem that ends with one of these words: the, because, and, however, therefore or heretofore.

First Christmas Eve Without Chelsey

This green Christmas Eve
No Chelsey dog will be
Wearing her Merry Christmas bandana.

Her furry soul now in heaven
Only memories of her presence
Linger around this holiday season.

No more presents will she receive
On this now cold Christmas Eve
Only my presents are under tree.

No jingle collar will be heard
As she smiles for a pose
On her favorite time of year.

All is quiet now in house
No dog to say Santa Paws
Will come tomorrow morning.

This Christmas will be sad
For my furry friend now lies dead
Only family will keep me somewhat glad.

No Celebrating My Dog’s Birthday Anymore

Tomorrow, December twenty second you’d be another year older
Your birthday bandana lies forgotten now
As your furry self is gone
No smiling birthday girl dog to sing too
No more singing her name
As she enjoys Dogster ice cream treat
No more opening up her presents
Excited when she sees food or toy
No more will she lick her thank yous
No more will she has presents
Three days before Christmas Day
And more when Christmas comes
No more celebrating my dog, Chelsey’s birthday anymore