Sweet Maggie's Cloud

My family's Maggie girl died 2 years ago & when she died, a part of my soul died with her...such was our bond. I don't mean this as judgment, but as being sincerely baffled when I say that I have never understood people who view animals not as living beings, but as "just a dog/cat etc". Animals are not here on earth to serve us. Although we can surely have a symbiotic relationship with them where they help us & we help them, they have the right to exist & enjoy the life they were given just as much as we do. Lesser intelligence does not equate to lesser right to life. This isn't a "don't eat meat" post. I respect people's rights to choose their food.

Finding Legos

Yellow ones, red ones, blue and green…

No matter what room I go to, those little blocks are seen.

Tucked underneath the couch, & near our cat’s litter box,

Hiding between the covers & near where my husband throws his socks!

As I crouch down on the floor, retrieving cat toys under the TV,

Pet hair, cords & cat toys & Legos are what I see!

As I tidy up the living room, moving papers here & there,

I find blocks that snap together, spreading colors everywhere.

There are guns to shoot the zombies & rifles 2 feet long.

The builder of these masterpieces, makes them very strong.

Oh the robots & the weapons, made for battles of that day,

Are the evidence of a happy child, who came to see us & to play.

As I pick up all the Legos, that have somehow missed their box,

I’m reminded of a sweet little boy & the way he plays & talks.

“Get the zombies, Grandpa! Run! We have to hide!”

“Oh no, they just got Grandma! Now she’s a zombie & she died!”

There’s an awesome little boy, 4 years old with an infectious grin.

Each time I’m finding Legos, I’m reminded he was here again!

(Dedicated to my awesome, Lego-loving grandson)

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