I Still Need You . . .
You entered my life when I was too young
to understand how precious you would be.
Every milestone of my life--
school, marriage, childbirth, divorce--
you were there
to celebrate, to cry with me,
to listen to me when no one else would.
As we lay in bed, side by side,
I cradled you in my arms.
You always knew what I needed.
Life left its mark on you:
Your now thin and faded body,
Your once thick feet now rubbed smooth,
Your wispy tail a mere, cottony shadow of its former self,
The vivid pink of your ears lingers only in the crevices,
Your piercing black orbs faded now to barely grey.
Yet, you still know what I need
as you lie cradled in my arms
in my bed, by my side.
You celebrate and cry with me
and listen to me when no one else will.
Sarah, my treasured bunny . . .
Given to me when I was too young
to understand how precious you would become.
Susan L. Tucker