by Mike Avis / Mike Avis Copyright 2013

At first the sky was blue,
but slowly turned to grey.
Suddenly our world went dark,
when you left us on that day.

Now the clouds descend,
like a distant shroud of tears.
Though they cast a veil upon our hearts,
We have memories of those years.

So when it starts to rain,
and for you, the angels cry,
it is God who knows our sorrow,
sending comfort from on high.

His words come on the wind,
as gentle as a sigh,
saying please my dearest children,
you have no need to cry.

For he has traveled to a place,
according to My will.
Where he is happy and content,
where Rocky loves you still.

Rest In Peace Rocky


Mike Avis