Part 1: Life
Her pretty face has frantic eyes and a salivating tongue all the time.
She may be hungry but she does not care of her own self anymore.
It is the hunger of her three dark-colored puppies.
She goes on searching and begging for scraps.
Crossing a giant road teeming with monsters and killers.
Sometimes I help her cross the road, touching her on her neck to make her stop.
Sometimes I buy her food so that she does not come outside to cross the deadly road.
Sometimes I get worried when her babies are alone and go searching for her.
The milk needed from her makes her weak, yet responsible.
Her inner strength compensates for her fragile, sick body.
She has worry, anxiety, and toil written on her lovely sweet face.
She stopped sleeping many months ago.
Her life has a selfless mission.
Her life is not hers anymore.
The whole day and night she runs for her loved ones.
She plays with one of them, happy for a few seconds.
Her life is in her babies.
She is an incarnation of motherhood.
The mother has to feed her babies.
Part 2: Death
The monsters and the killers take their course, and I am helpless and clueless.
Only one of the three babies remained alive, adopted by a good soul.
The mother is surviving hell, enduring every pain that comes every day.
I somehow feed her and take care of her, in my limited way.
The moment I finally plan something better for her, she is brutally taken away from me.
Part 3: Remorse
I try to find her but it is destiny I am fighting against.
Where did they take her?
Why was she injured so badly?
What did those butchers do with her?
Is there a chance she may be still alive?
We live in a jaded, heartless, and selfish world. I got a bitter taste of the same.
I still feel a pain in my heart whenever I think of her.
I feel I couldn’t do enough.
If only had I acted sooner.
If only had I embraced her forever, like I once did.
Why did I ever leave the most beautiful soul with the most poignant eyes?
She always haunts me, maybe she was waiting for me.
Is she cursing me for not saving her?
Part 4: The Prayer
I am sorry, dear Angel, I really am.
Please forgive me and may God bless you.
Your very existence spelled love, motherhood, and was filled with selflessness, and purity.
Living in the streets and mud, you may have been dirty from the outside, but inside your heart always shined like the sun. Your eyes always sparkled with hope and a longing for a better life.
Maybe I will see you on the other side.
I hope you come back to my life as a loved one.
I will recognize your spirit.
neoviky 