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The Web Poetry Corner - Phil Pochurek - Old Blue Eyes

Old Blue Eyes

by

Phil Pochurek


Old Blue Eyes stared up at me
From the kitchen floor
Towards the face she use to know.
Patiently waiting for a bite of toast
Or a plate to clean,
From her favorite spot below.
Her eyesight is only shadows
Of what it use to be
So her nose tells her where to go,
That’s why the kitchen is her favorite place
The one that she still knows.
Her hearing’s just a memory now
More a blessing in disguise
But she pretends to still listen when I talk,
So I snuggle her up close and pet her head
Then whisper in her ear
To ask her if she’d like to go for a walk.
Sixteen years of unconditional love she’s given to us
Just like she breathes the day,
Always happy to go along
Never asking us which way.
She doesn’t eat so much these days
A little water and maybe a bite
Then she’s down for another nap,
Off in dreams of long ago
Running and chasing all day long
And barking at things in the night.
She’s living testimony to the love we share
With the most endearing of mans best friends
So patiently I cater to her every need
On the final journey towards her end.
Making everyday as comfortable as I can
Without any stress or pain
Until she tells me she’s ready to go.
I hope I can put my selfishness aside
When she comes to say good-bye.
I hope when my heart is breaking in two
I’ll be able to let her go.
There’s a calmness to those blue eyes
Staring out at a bird filled lawn
Where brown eyes once sparkled and glowed,
She touched everyone she met with those eyes
So full of love and life
She made an impression wherever she’d go.
Sleep now my gentle friend oh tired one
Your running days here are over at last,
In your dreams is soon where you’ll be.
Running and chasing like you use to do
No fences or chains to hold you back,
At last a place where you can run, and run, and run_free.

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