Fifty two weeks, fifty two prompts, fifty two poems! |
Was thinking about this image A little kitten at play When I saw Nixie🦊's email She had to put her cat to sleep. The image came to mind again The cat would've played away into the hearts of the family Become one of them And now they're grieving the memories are flooding in they wait for their pet's footsteps their pet's distinct mewing call but they'll hear these no longer except in their minds. It's hard to let go. I suddenly recall my Dad He had read me the rhyme of the kittens being naughty and used to call me "Naughty Kitten". "Sona-Baba Naughty Kitten" he'd say and I'd respond, "Aao Naughty-Kitten Nai" (I'm not a naughty kitten!) and we'd laugh. He remembered it sometimes after I grew up Now, Nixie🦊 has memories of her cat I have memories of Dad This isn't so much a poem as a ramble sparked off by the image of a kitten at play. |