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I died too

Updated on November 20, 2011

Life - living - hoping and praying

I am in the autumn days of my human time.
Many years have passed and there are memories and events i remember so well.
The good times have been so glowing and sparkling.
The bad times have sometimes eaten me alive.
I try to focus on positive things, but it does not always work.
The painful days keep piling up all the time.

My life changed colors
My life changed colors

One Saturday evening, he sighed a bit and took his last breath.
Dying in my arms after a year of pain and sorrow.
Finally, he got peace and rest from the sickness.
The only thing I was not prepared for now, was.
Life as I knew it was never more worth living.

When I blew on his face he shook his nose
When I blew on his face he shook his nose

I called him Lillekisse. He was white and black.
I nursed him with a tiny bottle when he was born.
He followed me everywhere. Purring and hugging me.
He looked into my eyes and said: I love you Mummy!
A car hit him hard, and he died, ended up in the ditch.
I DIED TOO that day.

Shavings have been cut away from my soul.
Sorrow and pain are with me all the days.
I miss my dead ones, and I am hardly alive myself.
However, I do believe in the Bible that there will be a
resurrection to life one day.

That means that I will also come to life once again!

Do you too know this feeling of loosing life?

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      Deb Hirt 5 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Voted beautiful and up. Nothing is more painful than losing a cherished pet that one has had for many years. I can sympathize.

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      irenemaria 5 years ago from Sweden

      It is probably a self portrait =) My husband used to say, that I painted myself with flowers all the time =D

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      Annie Fenn 5 years ago from Australia

      Beautiful words - I relate and feel your pain. Your paintings are amazing, especially the beautiful woman with clasped hands - is it a self portrait? So much emotion in your work, I love it. Thank you for sharing.

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      Ivona Poyntz 5 years ago from UK

      How heartfelt and painful: I lost my cat a few years ago and can relate. Beautiful poem about loss.