World Poetry Day? Here is my contribution, written with my heart blood:

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“TAKE MORE TIME.”

Just sitting there.
With big brown eyes, you looked at me
to tell me – you are mine.
And I – pretend not seeing you
because
there was no time.

Because there was no time?
You loved the car. You want to come?
One step – you stopped, then ran,
you couldn’t resist to be with me
One nod was all – oh man!

When I lay down – you did that too
you were so close to me.
Oh little dog, where are you now –
I want you here, you see?

I want you here. Just sitting there.
I’ll tell you, you are mine.
I love you unconditionally
as you did all the time.

It is too late. The car hit hard.
Your eyes, they closed forever.
I’ll never see your wagging tail
invite for play me, clever.

It will be quiet in my house
no welcome bark nor whine –
Oh Cindy, why, oh Cindy why
did I not take more time.

Did I not take more time –
did I not take more time….

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Author: - there was so much I never talked about and now, that my memoir "We Don't Talk About That" is written I can't stop talking about it. And the reviews I get are awesome; so I think this book needed to be written. Interesting that I receive many e-mails from people who read the book and now tell me their similar stories... Did I open "a can of worms?" I think there are so many people who carry a heavy memory load and they do need to "unload". But interesting enough, even more people want to know MORE of my life and therefore I am working on a sequel.

3 thoughts on “World Poetry Day? Here is my contribution, written with my heart blood:”

  2. oh, giselle, I SO know the feeling of that DEEP guilt, when we were so busy with ourselves

    THREE dogs…in car, not in shade, took no time to think, OVERWHELMED that summer day visitors arriving with two kids, scared of big dogs, so I open car door, ‘in you go,’ dogs obediently jumping in ) ‘hey, we going places’?) I’m SO busy being ‘hospitable’ hours later, waving visitors out the driveway, ‘oh, the dogs can come out now…’

    only one dog still alive, of the three

    and so, for all our remaining days, we keep trying to atone, warning other humans to stop, think, take time and we try to forgive ourselves, as our dogs, hold on to that!!!! were/ are? more than ready to do

    Kim and Bjorn, I’m so deeply sorry for my thoughtless moment, merging into hours, that cheated you out of many happy years you had coming

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  3. Oh my dear God, horrible! Didn’t you open a window… food, water, yes, I can imagine your feelings at that moment when you opened the door… I cringe, even just reading about it. – My poem should also remind people that they should take time - also for other loved ones… the elderly especially. I think it’s “bad karma’ not to take a look how your old parents are doing…

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