Blanquita – poem by Shaké

Her food plate’s empty

but the world goes on,

Her little bed’s empty

and the world goes on.

Her water bowl’s empty

and the sun goes on,

the moon goes on,

life goes on,

but Blanquita’s gone.

She left on a barking tour

in the starry sky,

and we cry and cry

but the world goes on.

And yet after every rain

the sun comes out again,

so after the pain,

Blanqui, we’ll see

that your tail-wagging joy,

your running free,

your playful way,

though you depart

are here to stay

inside our heart.

by Shaké Balian