In the meantime, here's a little poem I recently wrote (and will probably edit for some time). I haven't much confidence in my poetry, but I like this one so much (and so did my neighbor) that I decided to post it.
Little, white hairs--
stubbornly weaving themselves into
and out of
clothing, coats, furniture, flooring.
Little white remembrances that she is indeed
master of my home.
Little white remembrances
in the car, at work, yes, even in an airplane.
I think that I shall never be free
of her invasive, lovely detritus.
My sweet, white cat--
as omnipresent as God.
Copyright M.R. Hyde