by Ginny Brancato
XMAS ODE TO FiFi.
I look outside and see bare trees. The
leaves gone, like you. The air has an impending scent of snow and
my heart is still frozen with grief. Xmas decorations adorn the
Malls and newspapers shout their sales in bold print. My gift is
gone... I think of the brown tattered box in the attic that holds
our memories past and am overcome with both tears and laughter.
The silly red jingle bell bow you wore every year, with your red
velvet Xmas hat are tucked lovingly inside, never to be worn
again. I will hang your Xmas ornament on the tippity-top tree
branch, that holds a shiny holiday star and remember, It was
your sweet and gentle way, that shined, by far. Memories of you
and me. The sound of your little motorboat purr, the touch of
your paw against my face. Silly little things, no other furbaby
could ever replace. I look outside the window and see bare
branches, waiting, to bud once more. Snow will come and cover
them, then melt away. And you and I my FiFi, will meet again one
day.... http://members.aol.com/fificat/index/html Ginny
Brancato (Fificat)