Lucy

Watching you sleep
- which is what you mostly do these days -
I know you're ready for the big one.
It's just that I'm not ...

Vice-locked in this limbo,
swollen and hot with selfish tears,
I cup my hands to hold the moments
we connect,
when you have strength enough
to cradle me
in those soft brown eyes.

It's only then you help me be
just be - for you.

And breathing in your rainbow coat
I slip your lead
and watch you wake
to speed along the path of light ...

by Janette Kidd on the death of her aged G.S.D. Lucy