by Valerie | May 15, 2016 | Jezebel and Myschka, Lexy, Rhyming Poetry
Jezzie’s apple tree is in full bloom again this year. What a shame that she is no longer here to walk me to the tree each day and stop to enjoy the windfall apples the tree will drop. I remember how she used to drag me on to see if there were some apples...
by Valerie | Mar 6, 2015 | Jezebel and Myschka, Poetry
Spring has come to Myschka’s basket and the sun is shining brightlyAll helps to remember her dailyas her blanket reminds me nightly.Last year I grew some some courgettesand herbs with a pungent smell.There were beans and radishesgrowing in it, with lettuces as...
by Valerie | May 23, 2014 | Jezebel and Myschka, Poetry
You hardly used your basket. You preferred to stretch out on your big zebra print cushion or on a rug.There you would soon be dreaming,of chasing squirrels, rabbits,or, with your sister, rushingfor balls I threw.Or you’d lie on your blanket which...
by Valerie | May 22, 2014 | Jezebel and Myschka, Poetry, WritersDigest.com
Empty.You sit draped over her chair,still scattered with her hair,wondering where she wentleaving a familiar dentstill holding her scent.I cannot yet move you.I feel like you do.Lonely.Reply James Von Hendy says: May 22, 2014 at 2:19 pmA gentle, sad, and poignant...
by Valerie | May 22, 2014 | Jezebel and Myschka, Poetry, WritersDigest.com
I gazed up at the brightest lightin the west at the fall of nightand to it I felt I should prayfor my dog that I’d lost that day.Close by the light of Jupiter,shone twin stars, Pollux and Castor,I’d never seen them there beforebut they were sent to me,...
by Valerie | May 18, 2014 | Jezebel and Myschka, Personal Memories, Ramblings of a Grumpy Old Woman
Having lost my Father, my Mother and both of my two beloved dogs, my beliefs that there is life after death have been well and truly reinforced. Sometimes I think that I am just a puppet, with my strings being worked by some superior being especially just after, and...
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