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Passing
of a Friend
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Sunlight
streams through window pane,
unto a spot on the floor...
Then I remember,
it's where you used to lie,
but now you are no more...
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Our feet walk down a hall of carpet,
and muted echoes sound...
Then I remember,
it's where your paws
would joyously abound...
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A bark is heard along the road
and up beyond the hill,
Then I remember,
it can't be yours....
your golden voice is still...
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But I'll take that vacant spot of floor,
and empty muted hall,
lay them with the absent bark,
and unused dish, along the wall...
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I'll
warp these treasured memories
in a blanket of my love,
and keep them for my loving friend,
until we meet above. |
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