Things change quickly…

Things change quickly…
Like the invisible sweep and surge of the sea…
I know that none of my toys or blankets or beds are truly mine…
What I’ll have tomorrow, who knows?

Hang on, hang on (Grrrr!)
Like a tug-a-war I’m not letting go…
So, what if it has tears and bruises…
It is mine, and you can’t have it.

But what about those things that don’t change?
The feelings, the memories, the letters, the words…
The soft and joyful love of my butlers…
These all, like soft, powdered sand beneath my paws.

I need to figure out how to make these things my solid staff…
Instead of my favorite toy…
I think I could do it except for Bruiser, you know the real fuzzy one…
Or the warmth of my flannel blanket.

This is the great art I am trying to learn…
The secret to happiness…
Fixing my heart on the things in life that really matter…
The stuff that won’t go away.

I love you,

Annie