Saturday

Her gentle and innocent expression
Soft eyes gazing upon my face
Too weak to stand, she lies there
Waiting for someone to come
And I did

Her textured purple fur
Rough, yellow ears can hear your thoughts
Wagging her tail
Her fur shimmers
Darkness overtook the room

The children gave her a sorrowful look
Nana is leaving in a white van
She hasn’t come back
Staring into the empty room
No one here in months
Taking a glimpse into her hidden soul, she knew

As Nana faded away, so did her memory