LITTLE COMFORT: Poetry Friday

LITTLE COMFORT

       A poem for Comfort, (Conforta)--

       the old abandoned cat at Villa Scarpariello Relais in Amalfi, Italy

I give you food—

     a bowl of milk,

     a plate of meat—

beneath this gold Italian moon.

So little.

I give you words—

    a hum of warmth,

    a croon of love—

beneath this gold Italian moon.

So little.

I give you memories—

    a light for days of darkness,

    a feast for days of hunger—

beneath this gold Italian moon.

So little.

Remember—

    across a sea,

    across a distant land,

far from this gold Italian moon—

Claudia loves you.

So much.

Dia (Claudia) Calhoun

Amalfi, Italy

June 2012