Truth is the mother of sadness in a grieving dog <br />He has gone or she has left.. its fact, truth <br />And the dog unheard sighs, its tearless eyes cry <br /> Unseen <br />Unspoken lamentation is powerful emotion <br />Packed with retention of memory <br />A gentle hand, a quiet stroke, a tear of farewell <br />A scent, a fragrance, a whispered word <br />Before departure and after- the new hollow world. <br />- <br />One thrusts a mind in the dogs direction <br />Trying to learn indifference <br />But there is none as thought <br /> There is however a well hidden melancholy <br /> Betrayed by a cold twitching nose <br />Deep eyes <br />And a staring into the beyond <br />Followed by an ability to wait, watch and listen <br />Straining beyond measure <br /> Beyond a reasonable sanity. <br />- - <br />Truth is the mother of sadness in a grieving dog <br />And the only blanket it will wear <br />Until its day of repair <br />Truth keeps it company <br />All through the lonely day <br />And chilly night. <br />-<br /><br />Geoffrey Fafard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sad-dog-2/
