Lola 2.
by Leif
So she’s buried now
beneath the bird bath in my friendship garden
(keeping an eye on those nuthatch teases)
I still see her from the corner of my eye
a small twitch of catlike stillness
like she always did
but now not
just me
a small hole in my world
filled in by memory
I guess we become whole
by parts/&
in pieces
Beautiful!
These Lola poems are wonderful– the ending lines of both are absolutely gorgeous. Thanks Leif!
Once again: Nice work!
Hi Leif,
I was deeply touched by both Lola poems. Thank you for sharing. When any creature is loved so deeply and then is gone, the whole universe seems to shift and be out of balance. I’m sorry Lola is gone.
Alison
what a fitting place for Lola – beneath the birdbath in your friendship garden. you make the reader feel that small hole of loss filled with memories of your Lola too; beautiful work.