Only a year since
his ashes were spread,
As one moves on,
another replaces:
Green eyes, silk
coat, nine lives: now spent, she's -
Crept on. Left a sea
of solemn faces.
The tears that fall
leave the mourners rosy,
The mem'ries and a
carpet of hair,
Surely, she can't be
brought back through poesy?
But metered line
sees her back in his chair.
I see you now, ah
yes, sleek, Bengal form,
M'owing through
winter, helping us to cope,
Preying past pots
and stretched on the lawn,
It was life, again,
restoring our hope.
Guardian angel, now
peer over us,
Teach us again how
to manage the pain,
Remind us how this
season will pass,
Love release you; we
will see you again.
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