When a problem in my DNA forces me into
desperate times of overwhelming hoplessness,
The touch of small furry bodies so greatly
When migraine's excruciating pain leads
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me to the obsessive idea that nothingness
might be better than this,
A quiet, gentle purr, gives me a loving
hedge against the seeming bleakness.
When winter blues and short, dark icy
days take me down to an inky,
chilling midnight where I do not
want to be,
Two trusting brown eyes and a wagging
tail guide me on walks up to a more
lasting warm and joyful light.
When to be or not to be becomes not
just a question, but my stark
I am very grateful for the many little
loves that have always kept
—Turane copyright 2004