Poetry

Writing

Death | Grief | Pet Loss

Somerleyton | Poem

By Ammie-Marie Littke

On Friday, December 30, 2022 @ 8:30 am

A weeping willow on the edge of a barren field

A weeping willow sheltered in the gales of November;
Alone in a field, she braces her trunk for each impact;
Shifting with the growing tensions of the relentless winds;
Fervidly eager to keep her furrowed, pliant bark intact.

Her branches bend and creak, stretch and sway;
Ever moving with the unpredictable breeze;
Ever changing with the wisps of air from lands far away.
She waits. She listens. She prays.

A whimsical song from the beak of an Eastern whip-poor-will;
Alerting their flock to the oncoming hurricane;
Studded with a thousand whips, she yields to no living soul;
Holding steadfast against tide and grain.

In the face of the tempest’s might, she stands tall and proud;
A symbol of resilience, she endures and shines like a beacon in the night;
Her melodies carried on the winds, a haunting refrain;
A message to all who hear, to hold on through the torrential rain.

She is the voice of the storm, a harbinger of change;
With every flicker of light, a reminder of hope and strength to sustain;
In the quiet of the night, her song echoes across deserted plains;
A reminder that even in the midst of chaos, beauty can behold strength.

ABOUT THIS WORK

It has been one year without my beloved dog, Allie May. She passed away on December 30, 2021 of renal failure in her left kidney due to TCC bladder cancer.

It's hard to believe how much time has already without her... and the fear of the future days, months, years, and decades without her is unfathomable.

For nearly 30% of my adult life, until her passing, she was my canine child and companion. I raised her since she was a puppy. I nurtured her, gave her love, spent time with her, went on adventures with her, experienced new foods and places with her... and while she isn't able to speak human languages, she was able to communicate with her actions and rambunctious bark.

Is it so hard to believe that a human can have children that are not born to them, and are not the same species? Are we so incapable of loving or caring for non-humans?

To me, Allie was more than just a "pet". She was my daughter... and I was her mother.

At this time in my life, I have no human children, but someday, I may. On the day she passed away, I wished for the universe to grant her life once more in the form of my first human daughter.

Someday, if the stars align, my wish may be granted.