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Lament to Loki by *ZomaS-M:iconZomaS-M:



He’s still with Brooke; sighs in her sleep,
tiny tiger snuggled deep,
cradled safe where cuddles keep.

Tears spilled not to wash away
her bright-eyed boy;
just keep at bay
the yearning selfish ache to hold
her Loki warm for one more day.

In shadowed rooms I hear that wheeze
and close my eyes to briefly seize
his precious presence as it flees.

Her shoulder still his favored perch,
ever green his gaze,
successful in his valiant search
Devotion Pure he gladly gave, with Boundless, Blinding Trust
and in return, in life received, what death can never smirch.

Born to earthly struggle, life dealt him hands of pain,
eight months of perseverance, fought simply to remain,
must ever be respected – love left must not complain.

Was his time a gift he gave,
part of a fateful plan,
or simply tossed upon a wave
not meant to understand? I only know
between the two, both were somehow saved.
©2009 *ZomaS-M
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Lament to Loki, a poem written by my mother [*Aurelian-Shade] as a tribute to a true story.

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Life was extremely difficult for me back when I was sixteen. That spring I experienced great misfortune that almost tore our family apart, and the pain ran all through summer. But while I was lost without a way, I crossed paths with my guardian angel.

Loki was a tabby-cat stray, the runt of his litter, with a deadly respitory disease, and I was given the opportunity to save his life. He was with me for eight months, and there was a lot of pain for him. You could always find him by following his heavy wheezes, and his eyes and nose were always spilling mucus. But he was a fighter, and he loved me as much as I loved him (this was evident in the way he used to sit on my shoulder a purr).

But eight months passed, and he passed with them. I couldn't save him. But I cared for him, and loved him. I couldn't heal him, but Loki healed me. He really saved my life that year, and as soon as his job was done he left. His life was difficult, and his rest well-deserved (and also very tragic), but he will always be missed.

So this is my mother's lament to him.

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I got my mother's permission to upload this for two reasons. First, this poem and the story behind it make up an important part of my very soul. Secondly, because I'm hoping a good reponse will encourage my mother to write more, and become more dedicated to this almost-forgotten hobby.

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I'm actually crying.
That was beautiful.
Jake, "That brought you to tears, and quick."
I have no words to describe the emotion, but I'm probably biased seeing as I knew both Brooke and Loki at that time. You have to keep writing Lori because this is wonderful. Heartbreaking, but wonderful.

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"If you don't have any proof you need to get the fuck off my porch." - Wendell by ZomaS-M
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I would have to say that this is the most beautiful poem I've read in a long time. The feelings that are expressed in these words are a brilliant and vibrant as if they were being said to my face. This is amazing.

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:icondenlm:
Somehow I knew you hadn't written this, yet there was something of your essence in it. Now I see. You are your mother's child. Your talent springs from her, and her love for you is evident in this piece. Tell her from me, I am no poet, but I do have a passing knowledge from my teaching days. This was wonderfully crafted -- the cadence, the melody, the feeling. She truly should write again. I for one would look forward to it.
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The emotions were very strong and it is a well-written poem. I do hope that your mother will consider writing poetry again; this was a treat.

*wipes away tears*

I've had so many experiences with pets, so I guess I kinda can relate (in some way)

I miss you, Tokeo..... :cries:

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"So,what you're saying is that you're not 'angry' mad, but you're 'Eating paint chips with my imaginary friend named Hobart who doesn't like acrylics because he thinks they taste too fruity' mad..." —~CalamityKangaroo
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*cries*. Will you tell mom that I thought it was beautiful, and very spot-on for that lovely little boy, as well as her very marvelous daughter?

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