my sweet little thing

you lay there, in your cosy corner
cheek to your pillow, your eyes almost closed
I look at you hoping
that you are still comfortable

you never speak of your troubles
(at least in tongues I could understand)
only once, when you were little
you cried quietly for two days
...two long days
untill you were well again,
medicated and looked especially after

all you ask is water and something green
and to be talked to

you have your daily chores, and I have mine
you prefer your cosy corner
so I do not touch,
I keep a soothing distance and follow you from afar

you've been mine for six years now
-- or is it seven? --
that's more than most have got
you eat less now and sleep longer and more often
...and somewhere in the distance I expect you to pass
I hope you can do it in your sleep

I'm not wishing you to leave soon
I'm saying thanks while I still can
paying respects to my sweet little thing