black cat

my mother tells me youre having trouble eating
but i scratch your ears and you sound like younger years
you're my favorite
so i tell you "you can't grow old, you can't grow old"
but my mother listening says, "all things do"
and on her i see refined lines and grayer hairs
that i dont want to see
i grow tired but i flicker bright
i sweep my hand over your fur
and i tell you how much i love you
because all things may know the rules of time
but my love knows not the date of bones
it will scratch your ears as long as you like

.Laura Curren.