Continuing Chase Poems

 —Poetry by Michael Ceraolo, S. Euclid, OH
—Public Domain Illustrations Courtesy of Medusa

 

 

THE CHASE POEMS (2)

TWO MONTHS ON

Your food bowl and your drink bowl
still sit on the kitchen floor
Not because I don't realize you're gone
Not because I think you're coming back
Just because

* * *

SHARING (2)

I haven't had chicken
since you died,
                       because
you're not there to share it

 

 

 

 

AT THE NURSING HOME

My visits
to the nursing home
are much shorter
without you

* * *

AT THE NURSING HOME (2)

The residents and staff
are still polite to me,
                               but
they really miss you

 

 

 

 

A WALK IN THE PARK (2)

My sister and I still walk
on weekends and holidays,
                                        and,
though we don't mention it,
we still miss you terribly

* * *

RIDING IN THE CAR

You didn't sit
with your nose out the back window
No,
      you sat
                   just behind
the gap between the front seats,
                                                unless
the ride was a half-hour or more,
when you would relax in the back seat
But you would always allow me
to hug you

 

 

 

 

GOOD MORNING (2)

I still
wake up every morning
at the same time,
                          even
without your encouragement

* * *

NOT YET

I delete unread
the emails that keep coming
from the veterinarian,
                                but
I haven't unsubscribed

 

 

 

 

OMNIPRESENT

I know,
            intellectually,
it can't be true,
                      but
it seems like there's a pet store
on every corner

* * *

OMNIPRESENT (2)

Again,
          I know it's not true,
                                      but
it seems as though I see someone
walking a dog on every corner
What it really means
is that I still miss you

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Today’s LittleNip:

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

―William Shakespeare, Macbeth

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—Medusa, with our thanks to long-time SnakePal Michael Ceraolo for his poems, and our thoughts to him as he works through this troubled time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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