Author: Laurann

A little girl still calls your name,
since your passing, things are not the same.
The night you were taken is still so clear,
we still feel your presence as if you were here.
The firefighters did all that they could,
brave men with tears, smells of burning wood.
We are comforted knowing there was no pain,
since your passing, things are not the same.

This poem is dedicated to a little, white, frisky puppy sadly missed by all.

 

– Bosco –

When I brought you home years ago,
The children’s faces were all aglow.
When I look back on all the good years,
My eyes are filled with happy tears.
You showed all of us unconditional love,
Someday I will join you in the heavens above.