Sunlight streams through a windowpane,
To a place upon the floor.
My friend, it’s where you used to lie,
But you are there no more.
A bark is heard along the road,
And up beyond the hill.
My friend, I know it can’t be yours
Your loving voice is still.
I’ll see your place upon the floor,
And hear your silent bark.
My friend, the dish you’ll use no more,
Your memory they will mark.
Although I’ll miss you here below,
And think of you with love.
My friend, I know the day will come
When we will meet above.
Clyde, Mom misses & loves you so very much…until we meet again…
| Mom in memory of Clyde |