Missing Fudge
My old girl. She was with me fifteen years. *Cynthia Jean
In Memory of Fudge
December 1986 - August 25, 2001
(8:30 am)
The shadow of your soul
Still pads at my heels
Click click click
Your nails tap
A happy greeting
Tail wagging
Doggy grin
Ears alert
Eyes twinkle
Betraying your mischief
Loving companion
Faithful heart
Brave guardian
With every bark
We walk
We walk
We walk
Miles and miles and miles
Some on the sand
Some in the park
Some around the block
Now only in my heart
Rest my little friend
Angel
Even false love sows the seeds for creative forces to grow, and so this poem sprouted from within me. Cynthia Jean, 1998
The Breath of an Angel
Warmed my Heart
The Voice of an Angel
Called your Name
The Touch of an Angel
Was your hand in Mine
Stone
While the birth of love can give voice to the creative soul, the loss of love reaches even deeper. Why does art require so much pain? Cynthia Jean, 1999
What causes a lovers heart to turn to stone?
Secrets shared, intimate moments spent
Memories of happier times fading in the mist of despair.
One heart still warm, waiting and wanting
The other heart turned cold.
One soul still reaches out
But its mate no longer responding to its touch
What causes a lovers heart to turn to stone?
What deed? what moment soured?
One heart wonders. waits. and fills with tears.
*Cynthia Jean is my pen name.
