Wash Day

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On my hands and knees
I scrub away your life
left in tile cracks and corners
of walls, the fine hairs
from countless days shed
waiting by our door
released in the snap of
doormat, the mop shaking
off memories from
fifteen years’ worth of
vigilance against life’s
marauders and circling
storms that dared threaten
your family, while carpet worn
into your shape testifies
to a loyalty that reaches far
beyond a dog’s age, for
when these windows crack
open to air out the void,
I feel you brush by, cleansed.
 
 *For the canine companion we lost last week.
 
NaPoWriMo #17
 
I’m writing a poem every day in April as part of NaPoWriMo’s celebration of National Poetry Month. We may be able to live without poetry, but who would want to?

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6 thoughts on “Wash Day

  1. djpr2001

    I’m so very sorry for your loss….it’s always so difficult. You’ve written a lovely poem to commemorate that life and the memories last forever. I truly enjoyed reading this! Thank you for sharing and I hope that the writing will help bring healing.

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