Things I will miss.
I will miss the way you used to bring me moths and butterflies in the summer.
Bushy tailed as a squirrel you would dart into the house from the garden
Eyes Alight you should sit in front of me and release the unharmed creature form your mouth
together we would watch the insect fly out of the house again.
I will miss the tickle of a tail in the morning wrapped around my neck,
A soft head laying gently against my shoulder.
The paws placed softly in my eyes to wake me, but no sound than a gentle pur
to bring me slowly into wakefulness.
I will miss the companion when jogging the wooded path,
turning my head to ensure you are there.
Together we ignored the stares of the uncomprehending
The wooded path seems lonely now, and the turned head reveals a void.
I will miss the patter of padded feet, as you informed me work was done
No paperwork was sacrosanct, no laptop in bed acceptable
All stress yielded to the gentle swish
of impatient tail and purposeful feet.
I will miss the annual mission to climb the Christmas tree
and rearrange the cards.
Why bother opening a box of tinsel, it will not glitter
When you are not there to make it your home.
I will miss the endless cooking experiments together
With you watching another impending disaster from your perch on the stool
licking your lips as you anticipated a failure
knowing we'd share whatever the result.
I will miss the comfort you gave me by staring into my eyes,
Whenever sour news darkened our home.
There is no-one to take the pain away or offer comfort
when the news is the sourest of all.
I will miss the Sunday afternoon gardening
supervising from the heights of the bench
how often I shouted when you insisted inspecting
only to place you gently in one I had dug with my bare hands.
These are but a few of the things I will miss, dear Carmen
now you are no longer at my side
I thank god for the fun and laughter we shared together
and hope you have found a peace from the pain I now feel
Sweet Dreams, my beloved Carmen
Gareth
I will miss the way you used to bring me moths and butterflies in the summer.
Bushy tailed as a squirrel you would dart into the house from the garden
Eyes Alight you should sit in front of me and release the unharmed creature form your mouth
together we would watch the insect fly out of the house again.
I will miss the tickle of a tail in the morning wrapped around my neck,
A soft head laying gently against my shoulder.
The paws placed softly in my eyes to wake me, but no sound than a gentle pur
to bring me slowly into wakefulness.
I will miss the companion when jogging the wooded path,
turning my head to ensure you are there.
Together we ignored the stares of the uncomprehending
The wooded path seems lonely now, and the turned head reveals a void.
I will miss the patter of padded feet, as you informed me work was done
No paperwork was sacrosanct, no laptop in bed acceptable
All stress yielded to the gentle swish
of impatient tail and purposeful feet.
I will miss the annual mission to climb the Christmas tree
and rearrange the cards.
Why bother opening a box of tinsel, it will not glitter
When you are not there to make it your home.
I will miss the endless cooking experiments together
With you watching another impending disaster from your perch on the stool
licking your lips as you anticipated a failure
knowing we'd share whatever the result.
I will miss the comfort you gave me by staring into my eyes,
Whenever sour news darkened our home.
There is no-one to take the pain away or offer comfort
when the news is the sourest of all.
I will miss the Sunday afternoon gardening
supervising from the heights of the bench
how often I shouted when you insisted inspecting
only to place you gently in one I had dug with my bare hands.
These are but a few of the things I will miss, dear Carmen
now you are no longer at my side
I thank god for the fun and laughter we shared together
and hope you have found a peace from the pain I now feel
Sweet Dreams, my beloved Carmen
Gareth
