The Power of the Dog

[Doberluv]

Such a telling poem by Kipling and a beautiful song for Ilsa. So tearful they both make me.

This is one of several I wrote about Lyric and posted in this forum but it could be about Ilsa too or any of our lost loves. It's how I feel because I couldn't quite let him completely go. So there has to be a way to see it so that our dogs are not completely or absolutely gone.


The First Rose

The first rose in spring is a glorious thing,
and my new puppy, he was a rose.
Budding, new beginning, a reflection to me,
of how perpetual life might be.

The rose bush, it stays as the flowers fade,
and again and again it will bloom.
But my own sweet rose, not a lasting thing,
has faded forever except in my dreams…

The memories though, are lasting so…
perhaps new growth will come,
He’ll return in the spring, to walk with me,
as we did so long ago.

The bush, it remains inside, in my dreams,
it’s roots planted deep and strong,
The flower is gone, but life goes on if I draw from the past and hold it fast…
And never let it go.

[sparks19]

I didn't post in the other thread because ... well... what do you say in a time like this

I'm so so sorry.