Galvanized by the horror of those pixels on the white screen,
reaching for that familial touch of a black pelt - grasping emptiness;
indescribable this sound of ringing between the screams of "no",
even as I smell the salt and rust cutting pathways down my flesh,
finally letting go of the taste of bitterness made sweet by this goodbye.
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For my baby boy, Bolt. <3
Thank you for making me a mom on mother's day.
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Comments (6)
great piece
I too miss Bolt!! He made his way to our back porch as a young puppy!! He was a gift into our lives! Always remembered. We will never forget his love to us.
Oh they dig their way in, don't they, and fail to fill the hole in again when they leave ❣️
This hit right in the feels. It's almost indescribable, losing something or someone as beloved as a dear pet, but you have captured the experience well here. I am so sorry for your loss. Paul is right; Bolt was a very handsome fellow.
aw! this is so well done! the acrostic element and your powerful poignant words just create something that is simple and not! he was a handsome wee fella too! sorry for that loss!
Fabulous!!!