My heart stopped again when you didn’t show on time…
And as each hour passed, a heaviness weighed me down
My mind was active imagining every possible tragedy that could have befallen you
And I vowed, again, to make you an indoor cat–this angst is just too much
But in the safety of darkness–you made your way home..and all is forgotten.
In the presence of your being
I knew I could never lock you in
I couldn’t entrap your spirit
To give me peace of mind
Love doesn’t work like that
So dear sweet girl
My precious Maud
When you meet your maker
You will have wonderful stories to tell
Of your wild adventures
And I will grieve for you
But know I gave you a life
Of your own making.
Barblings 