by Abha Prakash
My black dog.
Gazing from above
Moving rain amidst the black sky.
A noble human, still curled, awaits
Your soul’s journey towards the light.
My fur child lives again,
Free of sickness, free of pain.
Without a voice, without
complaints, you have gone
at my bidding. You will come to me in another
form, in another life.
I will be your mother again.