I stood by your bed last night,
I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying,
you found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as
you brushed away a tear, “It’s me,
I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine,
I’m here!”
I was close to you at breakfast,
I watched you pour your tea,
You were thinking of the many times
your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today,
your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels,
I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today,
you tend it with such care.
I want to reassure you,
that I’m not laying there.
I walked with you towards the house,
as you fumbled for the key,
I gently put my paw on you,
I smiled and said, “It’s me!”
You looked so very tired and
sank into a chair,
I tried so hard to let you know that I was standing there.
It’s possible for me to be so
near you every day,
to say to you with certainty,
“I never went away.”
You sat there very quietly,
then smiled…I think you knew,
in the stillness of that evening,
I was very close to you.
The day is over, I smile and
watch you yawning and say, “Goodnight,
God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”
And when the time is right
for you to cross the brief divide,
I’ll rush across to greet you and
we’ll stand side by side.
I have so many things to show you,
there’s so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out…
then come home to be with me.
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| Susie |