On A Sunday Afternoon in Winter

To sit in the chair and hold you,
There is nothing I would rather do
On a winter Sunday afternoon.

With the oven on to warm us
And a soft blanket to snuggle in
I hold you close as you life grows dim;

The TV babbles on and on,
Porch cats play outside on the lawn,
And your purr rumbles soft as a song

I stroke your soft fur and I cry,
The afternoon is flowing by
I must hold you close before you die.

This day I engrave upon my heart,
I will remember it always
Until the very end of my days.

Written in tribute to my precious Tiger Magnificat, who is dying.

Written for the poem per day challenge, March 20th, 2005