This naive poem is all about
the love and tender that, with no doubt,
a human mother honestly showed
to her feline kid in a crazy mode.
Their cristal clear compromise
was written by the clouds in the skies
was written by the clouds in the skies
She´d look after it with such a love
that this being could never get tired of.
She was its relative, its friend, its folk.
Her love for it was as strong as an oak.
It was completely flawless in her mind
though she sometimes seemed to be blind.
But this kitty was seriously ill
so one day got started going downhill
up to the time it gave the last breath
and finally found the expected death.
Is that kind of love so real and true
or a symptom of a weird type of flu?.
Her heart collapsed and a piece flew away
but the crying rest still remains.
Iván Arrillaga Valero.