We had a precious baby boy brought to us one rainy night,
A tiny, orange, and straggly site.
We took him in and watched him,
suffering with asthma,
but that never stopped him from his ventures,
The house was his, our hearts were his,
he was our world.
Who knew that this Christmas Eve,
his hunting would lead him
into the path of a car.
I pray to God he didn’t suffer and
that he knew how much he was loved.
How much love he gave,
how much joy he brought,
how much loss we now feel.
Oh, God, please comfort
our souls at this time and
please keep my perfect boy
safe until we meet again.
| Connie Krupa |