This morning I asked a rose
for a kiss
dew on her petals
tears from my eyes
All the emerald leaves in my garden
are garbed in noir
and Joy the parrot has shrouded herself
with raven feathers
We bow our heads, close our wings in prayer
to honor our dear friend, Sam the Cairn terrier
who gifted us so many, many hours of
sunny, frisky, faithful love and devotion
These memories bring a smile to our countenance
and lift our spirits beyond the temporal horizon
where we can clearly see
beloved Sam playing frisbee with God
running free through Doggy Heaven
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC
This morning I asked a rose
for a kiss
dew on her petals
tears from my eyes
All the emerald leaves in my garden
are garbed in noir
and Joy the parrot has shrouded herself
with raven feathers
We bow our heads, close our wings in prayer
to honor our dear friend, Sam the Cairn terrier
who gifted us so many, many hours of
sunny, frisky, faithful love and devotion
These memories bring a smile to our countenance
and lift our spirits beyond the temporal horizon
where we can clearly see
beloved Sam playing frisbee with God
running free through Doggy Heaven
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