Jim speaks
I watch you struggle as I look down checking in. Clancy does his job keeping you busy as you do those therapy visits at the hospitals that we worked so hard at during those obedience classes. Remember how he yelled at the Doberman whining in class? School was serious business to him.He makes you chase those neon tennis balls under the couch just like I told him. Follows you from room to room. Gets you outside on walks around the block where the neighbors kids ask to pet him. Sorry I had to leave so soon. Wasn’t my idea or plan. Wanted to be there to take care of you. My job. I wasn’t supposed to go first. Healthy as an ox at the gym building quads and biceps to carry the scuba gear and suitcases for our trips. I left too soon. It happened that night in the sterile hospital bed after you and the girls left. I couldn’t bear to have you all hover watching me crossover had to do it by myself. I feel your tears on my pillow, tossing and turning.
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I like the voice and thoughts here, Linda. I wonder if Clancy knows how many poems he appears in!
Who knows? He’s so full of himself!
lol as he should be!
This is very powerful. I never met him, yet hear him speak through his poem. Excellent!
Thx Katie!
I agree with the others: a powerful poem, Linda.
Thx Shaun
Oh, dearheart.
While I knew where this would head, it still absolutely gutted me.
Beautiful, beautiful work. It feels honest and effortless, which surely means you’ve been working extra as a poet:
Or he was able to whisper in your ear.
What a great piece on grief. You’re healing yourself and others.
Love you.
Love you too Tabitha! Grief is hard work as you know!
Ah Linda, how beautiful and sad. Bless your heart.
❤️