An American Short HairA Poem by Brandon2814This is a poem I wrote shortly after my mother passed away. I was in Iraq at the time and it was a very emotional time in my lifeMy mother passed away in August. I was in Iraq when I got the phone call. System failure and some other medical terms were being thrown around. I didn't really know what was going on, hours pass and I'm on a helicopter out of Iraq. I'm in Pittsburgh now, watching my mother breath her last breaths. She was my only living parent, I'm an orphan now. There is a hole in my heart, like something is missing and can never be replaced. Days pass, my wife and I are in a pet store looking at the animals, she tells me that we're not leaving without a cat. I comply, we name him Ender after one of our favorite books. He is orange "an American Short Hair" the sales receipt states. He is small, new to this world and pure. His hair is slick and orange and when he suns himself you can almost smell the sunlight bouncing off of his coat. Weeks
pass, he is there when I miss my mother. When the loneliness hits, he's
there to distract me, to cheer me up, to nibble on my finger or curl up beside me for attention, he is there. Months pass, I'm looking at the emails my mother sent to me while I was in Iraq. I find a musical birthday card she sent to me on my birthday. It's an American Short Hair dancing around with a guitar. I hear purring now, and it is near.© 2012 Brandon2814Author's Note
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4 Reviews Added on June 22, 2012 Last Updated on June 22, 2012 AuthorBrandon2814Du Bois, PAAboutI am just a wanna-be writer. It has been my dream sense I was a little boy to have something published and to influence others as my favorite books has influenced me. I am very shy though with very lo.. more.. |

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