My cat —
There she sat
On my chest
Like a lap —
She took a nap —
A regular rap.
Her purring
A good vibration —
That’s a negation
Of my anxiety —
Her special propriety
Over my heart —
From the start
Black fur, her part,
A total work of art
That envied the gods
And put her at odds,
Yet still she trods
Where all others plod:
Over my heart —
No longer a part
Of my daily start —
The pain is sharp
Like wires on a harp —
There’s a tear in the tarp
Of my heart.
I will forever
Miss her.
My midnight wisdom.
To my princess Sophia,
To Sophie,
I miss you.
© 2024 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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Aww, I'm so sorry! While your purring sweetheart tries to console you, the ache and pain refuse to be silenced. Beautifully expressive and poignant. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you so much for reading, for your kind words and for appreciating the poem's emotion. My Sophie was a beloved cat who brought much joy to me and my family. She will be missed. I'm glad the poem resonated with you. It's amazing how our furbabies can touch our hearts so deeply, isn't it?
It is, forsooth. I\'ve still fond memories of mine and all our fun and trickery together. And as if it will suffice, [which it can NOT] I hang kitten and cat calendars all over my apartment. Thank you again for sharing.
RIP Sophie. Looks just like one of our cats, though it's a black tom cat.
Maybe get a replacement cat in time?
You won't be a traitor to the memory of Sophie if you do.
Indeed! Thank you for reading and commenting!
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