 Am I gorgeous or what! For Gorby October 1991 - 29 April 2001 We have begun to count off the days like beads Unsure when the thread will snap Scattering your precious moments. Today they told us how you will slowly choke Your breath cut off from inside; How your heart and lungs are being squeezed aside And how there's nothing they can do. So we have begun to count, but I, I count from the beginning, from the days of kittenhood. You and your brother Boris scaling the Christmas tree Swatting the bright baubles and watching As they fall and shatter. Coming home on the bus, you in a basket on my lap You widdling on me in revenge for the visit to the vet. But we are coming to the end. The seasons will ring out too few changes Before your year ends. So we are counting out each fragile day Until the light fails and the darkness comes. |
