By Bill Lowe, Army
Writing Type: Poem
wife left me some months ago… That’s all right, I said. |
I’m probably better off without her.
Social Services took my grandson… That’s all right, I said.
He’s probably better off without me.
My daughter put a shotgun to her head, (April 13, 2009)
Pulled the trigger and… she was dead. That’s all right, I said.
Her death will end her suffering.
And then, I awoke yesterday, finding my Little gray kitten lying dead on the kitchen floor… and it was then, I wept.
Have you ever heard anything as silly as that?
A foolish old man crying over a gray dead kitten cat? But as the tears flowed across my face… I knew the healing had begun.