We met when you were small
a tiny white puffball
I placed a band blue
round your neck to
show you were my kitty

I knew so exactly
what you should be
good, kind, lovely, sweet
smart, fun, strong, complete
the package with loyal

and you were, so royal
without blemish or soil
upon your pure white fur
heart free of smudge or blur
your name was Snowbell

you grew to know it well
from birth to when you fell
crimson mottled splotch mess
stained your angelic dress
a broken vessel as am I

speaking of how you did die
your life story in my eye
tale of cuddles, head rubbed
rolling joyful in the mud
you spirit confined

by man’s wall defined
freedom’s what you pined
for ever gazing at door
shut stuck wanting outside

Petite Cherie, where now you reside
may sweet freedom fully abide
may you live without doors
fields of grass be your floors
enjoy them, please, it is your right

for this world which held tight
to be lost in pursuit
finally allowed to be you
I let go the band blue
but never my love for you

Petite Cherie, run, be free—
please wait patiently
for the time when we
both have naught but grass floor
no remnants of that shut door.
~
NM
04/06/19

That innocent pure smile,
Of your childish face…
That dimpled wink,
Shows your grace.

The touch of your smooth skin,
That beautiful little chin…
Your mirror-eyes, that show my grin,
So blissful
**** I miss you…

That teethy smile,
And your little nose…
the soft palms and pinky toes,
As alluring as a rose.
i feel, I wish to ……..
****! snowbell I miss you.

I wanna go back,
Bring you….
Start a new day,
With you.
Your phone calls,
No matter the time falls,
Still perfect, your memories are
And the place in heart,
I have for you….
****! Honey, I miss you!

I wish I could correct,
The wrongs I had made…
I want our love,
Never to fade……
I confess my fault.
It’s all my own.
****! I miss you…
I feel Alone…………..

Japanese snowbell, Mongolian yurt
    we walk and talk - no fear, no hurt
           the bell she rings, I become alert

                                   attention.