Cora

Katie B.

                      Cora

From my understated porch she oversees

Gazing at the sky she fidgets

She has outgrown her gown

And her unkempt hair frames her tender face

My shirt is saturated with sweat and

Day break is reluctant

The ground doesn’t give

I dig nonetheless

An adequate hole emerges

I place Cora in the soil

Her red collar in place

In unison the task harkens sobs

She rests blind to her end

We talk about her less and less

We move on

  • Author: Katie B. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 15th, 2025 05:45
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 24
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  • sorenbarrett

    I love the metaphor of outgrowing her gown. Death but a change and we out grow life moving on to a larger size and so too our memories outgrow the past and move on to new growth. A lovely write

    • Katie B.

      Thank you so much!!

    • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

      a great read

    • Megan Blaney

      Another beautiful but tragic poem, I am here for it!

      • Katie B.

        Thanks so much Megan I appreciate your feedback.

      • orchidee

        A pet passed away? Good write K.

        • Katie B.

          Yes. Thank you

        • Goldfinch60

          Very emotive words \katie.

          Andy



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