Remembering Owen

The snow blankets the ground, sparkling, 

promising warmth to come, life to come,

I know this,

we know this, Cali and me, even as our paws and

bottom are frosty on the icy bench

we smile at the camera, hopeful, 

the flowers at our side, a small photograph

taped to the bench

(made with love by the grandpa's)

I secretly hope for a girl, a nod to Owen

to make it true, he will always be 

a source of love and hope in my life.