04/11/2023
It is coming up on Moriarty's first year since he passed on to his new adventures to bring joy to another family. Of course, I have been thinking of him, Windy, my father, and his dog Paco. No doubt my father has Moriarty playing fetch with him and Paco, and Windy is in his lap begging for belly rubs.
I kept having flashes of times with Moriarty over his life, and I wanted to put them down in words so I would remember, but short of writing a book, nothing seemed appropriate; then I thought, why not just put them down and see how it turned out. Is this a poem, a limerick, or a haiku? Whatever it is, it helps me remember Moriarty and the things he always did, things I miss terribly.
The Love by Mitchell Tuckness
Your entry into the world is heralded with a bell in heaven.
Hale and healthy, or sickly, your love undaunted.
Love, instant, made a soul whole.
Time, steady, ticks on; love grows.
Long walks, short runs, car rides, and belly rubs.
Eyes are constantly tracking, filled with love.
Time, steady, ticks on; love grows.
Energy wanes, and cuddles grow long.
Eyes are constantly tracking, filled with love.
Time, steady, ticks on; love grows.
Days grow long; joints ache, energy wanes, love grows, and eyes track.
Time stops.
Cuddles stop.
Eyes weep, heart deflates, aches, love grows.
Memories flash, hale and healthy, or sickly, love undaunted.
Memories flash of long walks, short runs, car rides, and belly rubs.
Time, steady, ticks on.
In the distance, a bell rings. Hale and healthy, or sickly, a love undaunted, to make a soul whole again.