Anguish

My lovely dog pal is in a bad state, I walked in tonight and was told he had two seizures. Please don't leave yet my friend.

The count grows higher,
With each passing year,
Of those who lie cold,
In the unyielding ground.

Death has taken it's toll,
on those of my blood,
and sweat and tears,
my kin upon this planet.

Upon three hands I may count,
Those still amongst the living,
Along my roots,
Those tree lines through time.

If not for the reach,
Of those who grasped for us,
Those kind people, on both sides,
We would be all but alone.

Still in these two years past,
I have lost so much,
Two Greats, one Grand,
And before that an Uncle.

And I fear that the Grim fate,
May soon take another,
Rip a hole in the calm,
To let loose a storm of quiet.

Author's Note

My lovely dog pal is in a bad state, I walked in tonight and was told he had two seizures.
Please don't leave yet my friend.

Reviews

[JC]

a great ode to your family lost, with a warm flow in their honour...I hope the best for your dog, I know what it's like...

[Eryn ♪]

Thank you for reading my works. I appreciate it a lot.

[lee von cleef]

grab and write what you can , for the light is still in their eyes soon it will be only warm on your cheek.

[Lucy Morningstar &heart..]

Im really sorry to hear hear that he is not doing well; if you need me, I'm here. No matter what ♥