Summer's begun

Everyday, things happen. Everyday, there are people dying, babies crying, people lying. Things happen to us not because of some puppeteer pulling our strings from above, or because it was seen in a set of Tarot cards or a crystal ball. Devastating things like a death of a loved one, or a natural disaster. Or it can just be vile words that sink like daggers in your heart, causing aches and pains. 

Everyday, things happen. 

Things that we never expected, or do expect. Things that may strike us as pleasant, or unpleasant. Things that we think back to when we look out the car window, or while walking down a street, alone with the wind brushing by. Things happen to everyone, everyday - no matter what, or when or even why, they just happen. 

They just do. 

And death is something that can tighten that knot in our hearts, death is something that can cause a chip in the fragile glass of our souls. To lose someone you love is like let's say, Facebook without friends, music without notes, sun without the moon. To lose someone or something is one of the toughest things to overcome in life; it's hard to grasp hold of the fact and let go. In some point in your life, you would've experienced a loss. 

Just recently, a dear friend of our family has passed and left this world to wherever they all go afterwards. She has been with us for more than sixteen years, knows the ground of our home like the very back of her paws. 

This poem is dedicated to our dear darling Molly, a very lucky beagle to have been on an airplane all the way from the states to our home; a very lucky dog who has been fed countless times under the dining table. 

We were very lucky to have her. I hope that during the course of her rather long life, she was happy and lived a dog's life to its fullest. :') 

The heat creeps and crawls setting trees ablaze

Seeds sprouting drinking in the golden sun

Windows casting shadows from the strong rays

Trees wave as winds blow in strong gusts of fun

For now we know that summer has begun.

Clean cotton clouds litter the sapphire sky

So clear and blue for the rain’s been sucked dry

Summer’s a beach-washed, sun-dipped smoothie blend

Watching a waxen swan flutter and fly -

When there’s a beginning, there is an end.

Amongst the emerald green grass she stays

And watches the children through her eyes run

She whips her brown tail in the summer haze

The rays like bullets fired from a gun

Hard to walk for her belly weighs a ton,

A white flash flickers in her mind’s eye

And as those years of memories fly by

She feels a gasp of breath in her distend,

And utters a deep, hoarse, shackling cry.

When there’s a beginning, there is an end.

All she did was watch during her last days,

Remembering all the things she had done.

She feels like her soul is up on a dais

As she is sent to the vet, the lights stun

Her. The ropes she clings to falls one by one

As her breath is gone, she can’t say goodbye

For her candle burns; she can comprehend

That now is the time to let out a sigh-

When there’s a beginning, there is an end.

To be a savior, the machines didn’t try

Now the moment’s over, they cannot lie;

They can’t lie to her family and friends

That now our blessed dog’s soul is way up high-

When there’s a beginning, there is an end.

9/6/12 RIP