Slow and steady,
the old turntable waltzed.
Her favorite chanteuse
sang “Little Things Mean a Lot.”
She never wanted diamonds or pearls.
She liked it when
he blew her a kiss or touched her hair.
Little things meant a lot—
a walk in a park, a love song at night,
a glass of California wine.
She would smile at dogs, feed the stray cats,
let the summer rain soak her to the skin.
Slow and steady,
the old turntable waltzed.
Her favorite chanteuse
sang “Little Things Mean a Lot.”
But she was gone,
and his grief had no place to go.
Her cat kept time with the music,
purring as she rubbed against him.
He blew her a kiss, whispered,
“Kitty, come to Daddy.”
The summer rain
danced without end.
Patricia Carragon January 2018
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done! sorry about that 🙁
thank you Marc. MEOWS from Brooklyn
Lovely piece about loss and remembering. Very effective use of the song to evoke memories of the lost loved one.
Beautiful kitty! Love the green eyes.
Beautiful poem – [signed] a cat lover
glad you liked it! And let us know if you ever fancy submitting something. 🙂
Looks a lovely Cat.
Thank you for publishing my poem ❤️?