Soft ball of feathers sat by my side
Gently listening whenever I cried.
A whistle for all to brighten our days
Colors so bright of cinnamon and grays.
He loved to eat cheerios and to the table he came.
One big mess he usually became.
A tap on his bell a loud call in the air
Made all come running for the love he did share.
His tail was a bit bent, his crest was askew
But his beautiful spirit welcomed each day anew.
Remembered by all his memory we’ll keep
Go rest now my angel in God’s peaceful sleep.
| Heather Mattes |