Her dearest companion.
She walks out the gate.
Feels alone even though
a guardian angel holds her hand.
Frightened from all the
people and cars.
She forces her feet to move
even though her soul is frozen.
The therapist often assured her
she could do this.
People pass by on the sidewalk
heading for their destinations.
She needs to find her compass too.
Puts her knapsack down and
takes out the picture.
Her dearest companion.
A blue eyed Siamese.
The road is no place for a cat.
Safe with a trusted friend.
Carefully returns the photo to its place.
She knows he’s asleep right now in
satin sheets and comfort.
