The Children of Bast
(c) 2000 Maura Anderson

 

Sometimes I ponder the lessons I've learned
Some simple, yet very profound.
Others complex and years in the teaching.

They force me to calm and slow down each day
Their presence diffuses some stress.
Furry bodies rubbing up on my own.

Their antics have taught me to laugh at myself
Even when coping wtih the mess
Broken possessions are often easily replaced.

Their personalities so different, so hard to discern
Without words or other insight
Have taught me to ponder the feelings of others.

Their joy at the foil balls and packing foam curls
The simplest of pleasures and play
Have taught me to delight in imagination and fun.

Helping every one that I find that I can
Compassion and caring for them
Has taught me greater compassion for my own.

Their passing and the tears when I have to let go
Have taught me that life is a gift
And to enjoy every moment, every purr and rub.

I thank you, Bast, for your children
Though only loaned to me for a while
Companions. Teachers. Friends. Cats.  

For Nicodemus.