Our own kind of magical

Our own kind of magical / ©Lipstickandmiracles 2016

 She came as soft as snow one day
and gently sat by me.
She asked for very little
this guest, and only wanted to play.

She told me many tales
as one with nine lives would,
but the one we loved the most
was where we both set sail.

She left as quiet as snow one day
while I was distracted by life,
in my blind haste to grow up
twenty years had passed away.

©Lipstickandmiracles 2016

Some guests change our lives forever. This painting and poem are dedicated to my beloved and dearly missed cats who are no longer here, but whose love, magic and presence I carry with me always. I’m ever grateful for the privilege of having these amazing companions in my life, and for my darling new kitten who’s leaving happy paw prints all over my heart.

Daily prompt – Guest