Hee Haw’s last gesture to his friend

Being old 

with a mouthful of molars

with tough grass

and dry hay all day

an existence of grief

for the  four legged gait

its something peculiar

something you hate

its exhausting assessing one’s fate

when C comes to see

we communicate, She

feels,   she’s a mother

really like no other

she never steals

or conceals

she reveals

and she heals

i nuzzled warmly

and she responds avidly

a breath of life

a warm  embrace

A calming tone

in which to base

a gentle nudge

i dare not budge

for she knows why

i was saying goodbye

she  felt deep down

she felt my pain

she absorbed my spirited

need to gain

her trust,  her strength

which she freely shared

when fewer

human beings cared.