You existed as a living mandala
Indelible, gifting the child
With your quiet compassion
Happy to be an arm’s length away
Her warm hand all you needed
While you basked in time
As if there were no end date
Your lack of concern
So maddeningly feline
You commanded the days
As if they would last
And she believed you!
So how can I tell her
That you were old?
How can I tell her
That you are in a better place?
When she knows the truth.
You were fathomless
All fur and warmth and love
Now gone, suddenly
Instead I’ll tell her
That there are fields where dead cats play
Having lived long lives and short
And you are among them
Young again
Fur lustrous, eyes bright
Playing with sunbeams like you used to
As fathomless as ever