I lift you up gently –
look, this is how we do it –
into the cradle of my arms.
I feel your solid weight,
breathe in your smell
of old dog asleep.
I carry you down
into the garden and
set you down softly
as I used to
for so many days
when you were alive
and let you go.
whypoetry 
October 24th, 2021 at 3:45 pm
Who is this poem by?
October 25th, 2021 at 6:40 am
Well, me 🙂