Poem for my Rats

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LadyGray

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'Lanterns of ecstasy'

My little Rodents
you've now left me for the silence

I bought a chinese Lantern
to commemorate you the life of each of you

Athena, Allah, Buddha

The first Lantern cried out for the sky in hurried euphoria
keen, to sparkle, to escape my grasp and explain:
"space needs to be explored mummy! let me fly!"
It flew off carelessly, ambitiously, like caution never existed
Like space had never claim an astronaut.

I cried -
The latern was just like you,
my first little Rodent

Athena, Allah, Buddha

The second lantern shook madly under the slightest breeze
got caught in a tree
and made me laugh when it nearly set the house alight
I thought to myself;
"that second little Rodent, always was, just as clumsy as me!"
No doubt it got caught in a storm as it hurtled off!
Yes, I sighed
My second little rodent
The lantern was you for the night

Athena, Allah, Buddha

The last lantern overwhelmed me
and made me smile like a confused child -
it wouldn't leave
it said "mummy, i'm not done yet! i'm holding on!'
no, it didn't want to leave
oh god, it didn't want to leave
no, no, no
- and neither did you
even when your legs were old and crooked
This lantern was a fighter


I cried - the lantern was you, my final little Rodent

Athena, Allah, Buddha

How did these lanterns become Rats for the night?
I wonder, far into the morning

Athena; are you creating these circumstances of ecstasy?

"Rats as Lanterns, so ridiculous!"
so much so
That I laugh, love and cry with all my might

Allah, are you making my Ratties appear as these travelling stars?

Buddha, are you reincarnating my babies as Chinese lanterns?

Athena, Allah, Buddha; are you creating these circumstances of ecstasy?
Or is it just imaginary

or is it just imaginary
or is it just imaginary

Is it real, my Deities?

or just sheer nonsense of ecstasy...
 
I enjoyed this as well. It actually reminds me of some of my own thoughts and feelings on the kiddos I've known and lost. Sometimes poetry can be an amazing outlet for emotions.

Honestly, the first thing I thought about reading this was old man Barnaby. He was a bright one, and it pained me to let him go. But poems like this help me remember in a good way :heart:
 
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