Turtlehead Memorial



Losing Turtlehead


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My turtle died the other day; At first, I didn't know. She looked the same as always Except for a certain "glow." I removed her from her home And placed her in my hand; I looked for any sign of life But like a pebble on the sand...	She didn't make a move at all; Alas, I knew inside, My turtle was no longer here And so I sat and cried. Did I feed her too much food? Or not enough? I asked. I didn't understand her death It happened much too fast.	I really had no warning Or did I miss a clue? Or did some stranger in the night Come take her life, but who? Was she sick and I not see The clues she tried to give? Or did some stranger in the night Come steal her will to live.	When all the questioning had past And denials ceased to be, I rendered thanks for the joy Though brief, she gave to me. My turtle died the other day And yes, I miss her so. But, I've slowly learned the secret of Holding on while letting go.