Independence Day

As I crouch down on my haunches

Wrestling with the words on your stone,

There is something I'd like to say to you (And something I wish I'd said).

It's that death is not a thorn I could remove from your upraised paw.

I wish you were beside me now,

Looking at the white butterflies flitting nearby Or the line of eucalyptus further on Or the distant sun beyond.

Instead of lying under my shadow.

Last night was Independence Day.

I hope the booming fireworks Didn't frighten you, as they always do.

Left alone with your toys and bones.

I wish I'd been there to hold you in my arms And shush you with my voice.