Commitment
Shuwen Chen
Posted on 04/10/2014
January 2014
It
was another snowy winter. The sluggard sunlight shined on my messy bed through
the
Persian blinds. I leisurely opened my eyes and saw my lovely cat, Lilac, with her
delicious vanilla colored hair that glowed in the light. She leaned on another
half of the pillow next to me. I quietly turned to my side and slightly pulled
up the blanket to cover her shoulders. Lilac stretched her legs with black and
soft paws, and then she hesitantly blinked her sky-blue eyes, which everyone indulges in her beauty. Lilac
has been a stately, kindly, lordly friend1of mine for two
years.
January 2012
A freezing cold winter brought the
invisible but sensible winds that pierce the bones, which is absolutely normal
in Syracuse, New York. However, today my excitement and expectation from
adopting a cat conquered the cold, because my roommate and I were going to the
animal shelter, CNY SPCA. The animal shelter was the second saddest place, to a
funeral, because pets here had to wait in a long line to be out of the
steel-curl gates. I carried no notion to adopt a type of cat, but an
expectation to just share warmth under a blanket. I was amusing myself with all
the cats in the gates, in the playful room, and looking at each potential pet. When I was
walking past a cat, she walked closer to the gate door and rolled to her side.
This cat caught my attention. I curiously placed my finger on the gate door and
moved fast on its surface. Her pupils narrowed into a thin sharp line, but the
blue-colored irises were revealed from
the window light. Her hair on her back is beige grey and her belly are lighter
cream-color. “This eight month old kitten, unbelievably, has a very distinguished
and naughty black striped long tail that swings with rhymes in the air”, I
thought aloud. I could not resist her
dignity. I was looking at her picture; she seemed to be piquant with her pink
tongue touching that animated pink nose.
“I want be friends with you”, a thought of commitment came to my mind.
February 2013
The
house was empty, my ears started to recall
the bullet-fast running, but cotton- soft footsteps of Lilac in this quietness.
I wandered
through the house and searched her favorite spots: bookshelves, windows, and
underneath beds in the house. I stood in the kitchen still, but anxieties and
worries rushed into my thoughts. A cold breeze blew passed my arms; I followed
it to my roommate’s bedroom. A wide opening window led Lilac to a strange world.
I quickly put on my coat and ran out of the door. My heart was jumping like a
lost deer in the woods.
I was searching around outside and trembling to
call her name, “Lilac, Lilac. Where are you?” Five minutes had passed, fifteen
minutes had passed, in the cold, I felt the burning tears running down on my
face. They were filled with tensions and unrest for a missing friend in life. I
went to neighbor’s backyard, wastelands, construction buildings and every
possible hiding place.
The feathered-like snow continued to fall down
since last night. I squatted on my driveway and prayed to have her back. I crossed
my heart and swore that I would never lose her again.
There is a woody diamond shaped fence that rounds around under my porch.
I stared into the missing piece of wood, and found her in a messy straw gazing
into my eyes with compassion. I walked slightly toward her, for fear that she
would disappear again. I knelt down and
reached my hands to her, and said “ Lilac, my girl, I am here for you”. She
froze there, but was telling me to hold her through her eyes. I touched her and
she pays
my reverent hand’s caress, back with friendlier gentleness1.
“Glad to have you back”, my heart, whispered to me.
Commitment
A pair of eyes
like the sea-clear
Have been
given to you
As a noble and
individual
Nor lofty
praise
nor matches
that beauty
From a strange
lonely road
You walked
into my days and nights
With your
fluff
Like cream
with warmth
Caressingly
every inch of my skin
Fight like a
lazy sun beat our shadow
In the mornings,
A lazy sunlight
assembled our shadows
Together
At nights,
Leaves are
resting
Only the torrent
of melting snow into rivers
Just like
Only you
sincerely that accompany unchanged
Regardless of
outside light storm calls
Thy sharp but
soft palms
Appease my
hard everyday fatigue
In the
future’s sunrises
Bathed a firm
commitment
That is what I
would like to be with you
Inseparable
Love each
other
------------------------------------------------ Thank you! :) -------------------------------------------------
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