Hannah

by Tom Swart   May 27, 2009


Hannah

There was no feeling like sitting with Hannah
and seeing her eyes react to our words
as if she seemed to understand every syllable.
She would kiss us no matter what we had been eating
and would lay with us no matter how little space
Was left in the bed.
She would comfort us when we were sad
and join in with us when the sounds of love
and laughter were heard.
She tugged at our hearts throughout her life
and never let us forget her.

The life of Hannah was spent on a path
where the end seemed too close
and her life was marked with a short calendar.
Her days were never spent dwelling on this
and to her there was no clock,
and no drum keeping time.
She was free to be what she wanted to be,
our friend with no rules or strings attached to her love.

The time came too quickly
when she could no longer leap and run,
where her toys grew dusty.
She showed us through her eyes
that she needed us now,
and that it would not be an easy thing.
She embraced our touches
and our gentle breath so close upon her face.
She nuzzled our hearts with understanding
and gave us permission to weep with her.

She knew that this day would be long
as it overflowed with our sorrow.
It would also be filled with remembrances
as she lent us the strength that
guided our hearts and held our hands steady.
She heard our whispers and those gentle sounds
echoed within her as eternity greeted her.
The touch of our fingers upon her soul
as it is lifted was welcomed,
and her joy gave it wings to fly
where we have yet to travel,
to a place where we will someday meet again.

We miss you Hannah.

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  • 10 years ago

    by Cindy

    Tom
    this is such a heartbreaking piece. I have lost 2 of my best friends within the past 4 years a mother and daughter. They lived to be 14 & 15......I have such a empty place in my life that they once filled.

    She knew that this day
    would overflow with sorrow
    and also be filled with her remembrance.
    She lent us the strength that
    guided our hands and held our hearts steady.
    She heard our whispers and those gentle sounds
    echoed within her as eternity greeted her.
    The touch of our fingers upon her soul
    as it is lifted was welcomed,
    and her joy gave it wings to fly
    where we have yet to travel,
    to a place where we will someday meet again.

    How true your words are. They just seem to know when it is time for them to say good bye....It is us that don't want to let go. May Hannah rest in peace.
    Great job!
    Take Care
    Cindy

  • 10 years ago

    by Dixiedaisy

    Tom,
    I am so glad to see you writing again. I could feel the love in this poem as you remember your sweet Hannah. I believe our pets are a part of us and they are there under no obligations. They love you unconditionally. They too will need that love as they grow older. I am so glad to see someone write about our fellow friends. What a great job you have done with this and I applaud you. 5/5
    Kay