august
smiles on us
i hear him
chirp and squeal
at simple
little
things
august
holds us
his warm lithe arms
draped like
ribbons of silk
around our
necks
august
sees us
his eyes, his soul
smiles on us
i hear him
chirp and squeal
at simple
little
things
august
holds us
his warm lithe arms
draped like
ribbons of silk
around our
necks
august
sees us
his eyes, his soul
as deep, calm and
vast as the
swelling
sea
swelling
sea
august
knows us
hears us, feels us
senses us
senses us
our every move
vibrates his
being
august
leaves us
his smile, his voice
forever in
our minds and
in our
hearts
hearts
 |
August Chazan-Gabbard, 1999-2013
|
Because he was often perched outside our back door basking -- we miss him with a deep ache. He was our official "good-bye, hello" little man.
ReplyDeleteDon't expect to find that open, loving,welcoming heart often in this world.
Christy, thank you for writing this poem. I wish I had seen it sooner: I would have read it at the celebration of August's life we held last Saturday.
ReplyDeletechris, i am glad that you like it. there is always a sliver of uncertainty in writing about another's experience of loss ... in the not knowing. take care and keep in touch. xo
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