WAITING FOR THE RAIN (IP)

By Linda Wigzell Cress

Sat, 07 Sep 2013
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In this quiet city street at night

I sit by the side of the road

With you stretched across my lap;

Stroking your shiny, black hair -

So thick, now tinged with grey and white.

I try to pretend you are taking a nap,

Half hoping for help to arrive -

But too late now, I fear, for that.

I know that I will never hear

Your sweet and gentle voice again.

My life’s companion lies here, dead.

This morning, just like every day

You were so joyful, and alive.

I raise my hand to wipe my face;

And streak my cheek with red.

 Now I sit here, waiting for the rain

To wash my silent tears away

As I mourn you, my beloved cat.

 

 

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by Bee on

So , so sad, Linda, and beautifully and lovingly expressed. I recently lost both my dear old cats  within a month of each other and miss them so much. This poem has me in tears as I write.

Thoughts...

Bee

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on

Thank you for commenting, Bee.  I am so sorry about your cats.  They are amazing creatures.

Linda

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

So very sad, Linda...reminds me of when I lost my cat, Chessie.  I too needed my box of tissues.

Tina

 

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on

Hi Tina.  It's always hard to use a loved one, whether human or not.  I am glad this touched you, thanks for telling me.

Linda

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on

Hi Bear.  Such a nice comment. This was not factual, although it was inspired not only by the IP but a poor pussy found dead on the road locally here in Croydon.  Many of our community tried to find the owner; someone picked porr pussy up took him to the vets to check for chips, there were none.(note to pet ownders - chip your animals). and it was so sad someone might be missing and looking for a loved pet. But I am so glad you found it believable.

Linda

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

I believed it too! Last November my younger daughter bought me Sage and Saffron as a surprise birthday pressie.(Some ad in the paper or online, a woman whose cat had 4 pretty moggies and she still needed to find a home for the two 'girls') The week after they got spayed Sage got hit by a motor first thing in the morning. I buried her in the raised bed in my little back yard. Saffie dug her up a couple of times, then stopped. 'You were so joyful and alive' stands out for me.  Elsie

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on

Thanks Elsie.  Sorry about poor Sage, its so sad but happens too often.  I trust Saffie is fine now.  Such mystical creatures, cats.

Linda

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Linda,  you put into words the sorrow of loosing a feline friend so well.  Having lost many cats to death throughout my life,  I too could identify with this poem.  I also think you captured the feelings in the title of the poem, which was very moving.  Well done on this IP.  Jenny.

 

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on

Thank you Jenny.  I am surprised and touched at  how many people related to this.

Linda