A Letter from Smokey.

 

Smokey — A Poetic Tribute

Mom,

I walked with you through so much life,
and I always knew where home was—
in your arms,
against your heartbeat,
in the quiet space between your breaths.

I felt your love in every moment:
in the nights you held me,
in the way you watched over my aging body,
in the gentleness you showed
even when your heart was breaking.

I wasn’t afraid.
Not once.
I trusted you to the very end.

You honored my dignity.
You kept my world soft.
You gave me peace
when I could no longer keep it for myself.

And now I stay with you
in the warmth you remember,
in the echo of my purr in your chest,
in every place we ever rested together.

Love doesn’t disappear,
Mom.
It just changes shape.

I’m still yours.
Always.

— Smokey