unending pie
“good thing love is an unending pie”
were the closing words from a friend
after seeing pictures of our new pup
Loretta running through the snow
grief has swirled through the
season like an unending blizzard
squalls of sorrow drifts of absence
melt into tears that pool and freeze
Lizzy! still sniffs where the others
used to sleep and just walks away
Loretta follows like she wants
to hear stories or share snacks
she doesn’t know what she missed
anymore than we know her story
but here we are trusting that love
is an unending pie enough for all
the aroma of love in the house
is a gift and a hardship because
because no one stays forever
but we stay as long as we can
Peace,
Milton
