Tears for Sparta

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Sparta, thank you
for being my faithful friend
I am not your master
You are my teacher
For you taught me to smile
when inexplicable sorrows came by
You are my St. Michael

when a stranger jumped in our backyard
not to pick flowers
but in our house visited.
I promise not to cry
only remember those days of good times
Your paws in the snow
Footprints of love, I know.
At night, I will not sleep alone
for in my heart, your memory stays forever.
You made my life whole
My Sparta, wait for me, at the Rainbow Bridge. 

Fe P. Koons

Fe P. Koons is a poet, sports feature writer, and a film critic. She has a master’s degree in Mass Communication from the University of the Philippines Diliman. She is also the president of The Los Angeles Philippine International Film Festival (The LAPIFF), based in Carson, California.

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