ONE MORE DAY In Loving Memory of Stormy
If I had one more day with him,
I would put down my book of philosophy
when he came and laid his tiny head on the page,
wagging his poof of a tail ever so lightly.
We would take the leash from the closet
and dance for joy at the sight of it,
we would leap into the car like skipping children;
we would walk once more around a lake at sunset,
or once more we would sit side by side
under a tree not far from home,
and sighing watch the sun paint the hills orange
until all light and color faded from the mountains.
We would take the old familiar route home in the soft dark
hearing only our footsteps and the jingle of his license
against his little blue collar.
If I had one more day with him,
I wouldn't say "We'll go someplace tomorrow,
because today the sky is gray,"
we would go anyway,
if I could only have one more day.
--Mary Ann Honaker
| Mary Ann Honaker |