Little Lily

She’s only eight weeks old but precociously bounding her way into my melancholy world she came…

The loneliness didn’t want her to stay; the competition too at odds to sustain.

A smile became apparent and then a giggle…and some of the loneliness subsided but yet some remains…

Some will always remain; I’ve come to terms with its hauntingly cool breath whispering in my ear remembering me of my sorrow, my pain…and love lost.

But I do smile a tiny bit now and sometimes more and when the whispering ebbs, diminishing just a minuscule amount, I can almost feel the way I did before…

because little Lily came.