Shadow: three year anniversary


Today is the three year anniversary of the death of M. Sakran’s dog Shadow.  Shadow was a good dog.  He was very cute and playful and was smart.  There was a commemoration on this blog after he died.

To mark the anniversary, here is a poem:

three years
is a long time
but in some way
it doesn’t feel that long ago

there’s a list of memories
that could fill too much here
but some things sadly
have faded away

your photograph
is there each day
but what did you sound like
when you barked?

your friend misses you
your friends miss you
you were a good dog
a very good dog

the backyard still feels empty

thanks for being here Shadow



Shadow Commemoration Day Forty

This is the last post in the commemoration of Shadow.  There have been twenty six posts counting this one in the forty day commemoration.

Shadow was a good dog and is loved and missed.  Hopefully this commemoration has helped honor him and has helped readers relate to him.

Below is a poem about Shadow.

Tomorrow, posts will go back to the way they had been.


A small,
joyful creature,
with happy eyes,
and a smile,
with gleeful romps,
and cheerful play,
he’s missed,
and loved

Shadow Commemoration Day Thirty Nine

How can there be a summary?

How can there be a commemoration?

How can all of it be expressed?

can’t illustrate the picture,
can’t illustrate the video,
can’t illustrate the memory,
can’t illustrate the life.

How, can how he moved, be described?

How, can how he sounded, be described?

How, can how he lived, be described?

In all of this,
there is an insufficiency.


P.S. M. Sakran has recently had an artwork accepted for publication.

Shadow Commemoration Day Twenty Nine

A border collie,
mixed with a chow –

playful and cute,
and a fluff ball.

In the spring,
in the tall green grass,
melting into it,
and seeming so small.

Those knots of hair,
behind the ears,
on the belly,
and on the tail.

The face that was black,
that slowly turned gray,
that seemed,
to quickly turn white.

Orange and brown eyes,
glowing in the darkness,
glowing in the light.

A little shadow.

Shadow Commemoration Day Twenty Eight

Shadow was a dog,
with many important skills:

he could sit,
shake hands,
and roll over

he would come when called,
he knew how to walk on a leash,
and he could get something thrown (although he wouldn’t bring it back)

he could chase animals,
he tried to chase cars,
and he would chase anyone with a toy

he was cute,
super cute,
amazingly cute (is this a skill?)

he could make,
with very little effort,
almost anyone,

Shadow Commemoration Day Twenty Seven

As part of Shadow’s commemoration, M. Sakran would like to encourage all readers to write poems about their pets.  Pets are important and although it is a small thing for their owners to write a poem about them, it is at least something for them.  If any readers write poems and post them online, please use the tag “Pet poem” so M. Sakran can have a chance to read them.

P.S. Today on, there is a new set of photography, artwork, poetry and fiction.