Winter Begins in August Andrea Edwards Andrea Edwards is a student in S. Webster's creative writing class
She was going to leave in December,
But it was not her time to be put into Death’s line,
So she stayed to tell me and let me remember,
How much she loved me, and that she was mine.
About nine months later,
In the time of a woman’s pregnancy,
He would be in a coma, in his car, losing all of his water,
Just like when he was born in that kind urgency.
She and he were both in Death’s mind,
He was a good man and a smart one at that,
She was sweet, and so tiny, very kind,
Death wanted a man, and not a cat.

Note: This is a poem about my cat who is like a daughter to me, that I almost lost in December 2005. I was preparing myself to lose her because she was older and I knew she was a cat and cat’s do not live as long as humans, of course. Instead, I lost my brother, David McKinnon, in August 2006. It seemed kind of strange to me that my brother’s life was more valuable to take, than my cat’s life. I am grateful to have my cat, but I would have been more grateful to have my brother and my cat.