In Remembrance Of Cats

when you hear a gentle thrum within the wind
that is our purr
when you have the rough brush of leaves against your face
that is our kisses
when you see a certain cloud stalk the sunset
the color of our eyes
we are watching
when you feel soft grasses rub against your legs
we are saying hello
when you experience the sting of tears
you are remembering our undying love
when you wake one day in Heaven
we will be there

Cynthia Daniels
8/1/18