A Poem for EKO
I lost my furbaby EKO (pronounced ECHO) on August 25th. He was 19 and the sweetest black cat. The university I work for has a writing contest every year so I wrote and submitted this poem.
By Karen Donohue
Like a witches call on the spirit wind your voice echoes unto me,
Like a gentle breeze, it softly whispers to me sounds of long ago.
The golden green of your eyes echo. Like the forests turning from Spring to Fall
they change with the seasons Â ever so slowly.
The darkness of night echoes color unto my mindÂs eye,
Forever black - until the dawn breaks.
The gentleness of your touch echoes through my soul,
Filling the void within me with peace, love and memories of you.
The empty rooms- forever still Â echo sounds of a heartbeat,
Ever gently they fade into a distant realm.
Your spirit echoes Â like a never ending dance.
It stays with me Â forever pirouetting across space and time
Another day passes Â taking with it the sights and sounds,
Leaving only my thoughts and the echoes of you