When I was 12, God gave me a friend on loan,
And although I knew this wasn’t forever,
My love for this pup was immediately shown.
I was to teach him guidance and give him love,
In return, he gave me the comfort of loyalty,
This “little gift” from above.
As time went on, this “little gift” grew,
A “gentle giant” held my heart,
In place of the little puppy I once knew.
The stick in his mouth, waiting to be retrieved,
Or that dependable wagging of his tail,
Somewhere I took for granted,
This loan of friendship I had received.
With this “gentle giant,”
I’ve spent many of my childhood years,
And now, well out of my teens,
My dear old friend has left me with sadness and tears.
If only we had taken one more precious trip to the stream,
Remembering his celebrated shaking after a wet retrieve,
Now to me, seems as though it were a dream.
If only I had told this dear old friend of mine,
That I loved him with all my heart,
Just one last time.
Somewhere along the line, I must have forgotten,
That this friendship was just a loan,
For now I sit here, remembering my dear old friend,
ALONE…
| Krystal Davidson |