"The first goodbye"
Creme de Cocoa
fuzzy brown poodle
waiting in a box
in the corner of the kitchen
after church one Sunday
I do not remember
walking him
playing with him
cuddling him
sleeping next to him
but I do remember
the day I came home
after school
called for him
and he wasn't there
my mother told me
he was
hit by a car
the first time
I understood
goodbye lasts forever
(C) Carol Wilcox
3 comments:
I feel very grounded in this poem by the details of the first stanza. And I knew it was coming based on the title, but it still felt awful to get to that final stanza!
Carol, it is so hard to lose our companion --- especially at a young age. We carry those times with us forever. Your last line really tugged at my heart: "the first time I understood goodbye lasts forever."
Heartbreak!
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