I once learned life from a wise coach,
An enlightened guru, if you will
No one famous or pretentious
Or with misplaced snooty frills.
Not that Johnson guy
Certainly, no one that crass,
But someone who was my life and soul
Travelling within my heart first class.
She was not someone popular
On the movie screen or TV
Or an overachieving sportsman
Or Olympic celebrity.
Sure enough not God nor Jesus
Nor any of those latter-day saints
Not anyone tarnished
Stained with a religious taint.
No, my little hero
The one I’m thinking of
Was the feline Dorothy Snuffles
Whose demeanour exuded love.
She was born profoundly deaf
Yet she had such poise and grace
She would sit comfortably on my lap all night
Coddled in my warm embrace.
She was prissy like Audrey Hepburn.
Clothed white like Miss Monroe.
She could teach Loren a thing or two
Work a room like Bridget Bardot.
On many occasions, she showed me,
That life’s journey was not a race,
Achieving as much as you want to achieve
Whilst travelling at Caribbean beach pace.
I miss my little mentor,
With her big-eyed trusting stare
She knew I’d never scoot her
From the sofa or TV chair.
I wish she were still here with me
I loved her more than she could know,
Never to leave my aching heart
Until all my memories fail to flow
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