your trust in me
leaves me gasping
dreaming you a voice
to make it easier to hear what you want to tell me
I’m taking part in the January 2012 River of Stones.
For more Stones see My Small Stones
My sweet Chevvy is unwell at the moment and as yet we haven’t been able to figure out what exactly is wrong.
I remember this feeling from when the kiddywinkles were babies and unable to tell me what and where it hurt.
I hate it.
I miss her bouncing, playful, bark at anything personality.
I am reminded of the obligation I took on when I cradled her soft puppy fur on the drive home.
And I feel ineffectual.