The mirrors of the world are too big to cover,
And there is no proper protocols for sitting shiva for a pet…
We mourn, we keen and cry –
Wail and wet our cheeks with salt and water
And see our sorrow reflected in the mirrors of every eye we meet.
Grief is motion
A commitment to belonging
The poodle of these pages has passed.
Oh tooo soon,
And what a long and gracious life!
How many miracles did we have?
Too many to know, or count…
For such is the way with miracles,
That pass under our notice daily.
Oh praised be serendipities and Grace
The poodle of these pages has passed
But the light remains,
The Love sustains.