TO BETTY BOOP (Six-toed Calico Cat) Betty comes booping trundling and swooping little wee beastie out on a lark, A furry cadenza flies fondly and freely on to my lap and into my heart.
Felt old and wicked the lady did like her life revolved in one big skid, How, she thought, can I not be the person I always expected to be? She lifted up her sorry head and drooped herself back on the bed, She felt quite pale and useless too, she never thought...
I don’t know what you want, or what I can give you, lying helpless, speechless, unreachable on your hospital bed, I’m uncertain if you know me, Can you comprehend the words I repeat and repeat? I want what you want, I don’t know what you want,...
Out you ventured, high-held head, frolicking into the over-stuffed bed, Leaping into paradise waving arms, breaking ice, Always busy initiating, helping out, consolidating, then one day you noticed an ache or two, the carpet was shaking under you But on you soldiered,...
As we said goodbye, we said hello, for there was so much that we didn’t know about each other. Each time I came I knew I might not see you again, So, I said goodbye in all the ways I knew. I knelt by your bed and held your hand, asked you things I’d...