If Only She Had Fur

The woman awoke from a chilly

night’s sleep to see her husband

tenderly caressing their old

cat.  Tears stream away

the crust of slumber from her

lashes as she pretends to be

in the cradle of slumber until he leaves

the room holding the cat

gently in his arms.  Choking back her

silly sobs, she wipes her face

on her comforter wishing

that dumb cat wasn’t

so damn old.  The last time

she remembers him stroking her skin

with remotely the same sweet sincerity

that stupid cat was still a kitten

she was bottle feeding.


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  1. Poem conveys a bitter sweet memory to me.

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